What a Difference a Year Can Make

A baker's dozen months ago, I started a radical and very different (for me anyway) way of life called retirement. Not only did I end a career lasting 36 years that I loved, but I picked up and moved to a new location, basically because of the "why not" notion. So many new "things" and people coming from many directions made for some tense moments...days...weeks. As scary as it was to make these major changes (and it was scary!), it has been a very good year.

As I have said many times in the last year to neighbors and old friends, I "bought" a lifestyle and a cute little house came with it. I live in an active adult community, aka a retirement community, and, as I and some in my circle fondly call it, the compound! Central Texas...on the edge of the Texas hill country is the location. Quite a departure from the Gulf coast area of Houston, my residence for the last 32 years. I spent a lot of the first year putting on the finishing touches to my house, creating a yard, and finding places for all my stuff while battling the effects of the worst drought seen in the area and the state in any one's memory! Just an added little extra all of us had to deal with in our various lives, wasn't it?!

Some of my Hill Country neighbors!

I took on some new challenges although none of them changed the future of the world or mankind. I promised myself I would do some new things so I played at things like jewelry making, growing flowers that would live longer than a month, and country line dancing. I "studied" and practiced square dancing, quickly realizing that it is a lot of fun for me, whether I get "good" or not, and it fits into my promise to get up and exercise more. I attend water aerobics at least twice a week (and there were weeks I went 5 times!) and I try to walk 2-3 miles every day.

Creating a colorful new yard

 My guilty pleasure that I added to my new life for no other reason other than I just wanted it is my golf cart named "Charlie Brown." I love riding around the compound with, or without, neighbors and friends. I can go to classes, do banking business, mail things, and visit with the four-legged residents of my neighborhood by just jumping in Charlie and pushing the go pedal. In a couple of months I will be able to visit Walgreens and all it may contain. Life would be perfect if I could just buy groceries...o, and visit the public library where I volunteer.  But that's ok...makes me appreciate what I can do by carting down the road. It is a good thing that since being retired, I am no longer in a hurry...especially when using my cart...it is not a souped up model. Sometimes when going up a hill, my passengers and I often question whether we might have to get out and carry Charlie up the hill. No matter, it's all a part of the adventure!

Charlie Brown & I take a spin

For most of my working days, I was knee-deep into the happenings of school libraries...working with students and teachers, administering the behind-the-scenes necessary tasks, and helping others accomplish the same kinds of things. It was a major source of my being so I couldn't completely walk away. Instead  because of the luxury of being retired, I only do things I want to do library-related. Over the course of this remarkable year, I have breathed lots of public library air doing various things for the wonderful Georgetown Public Library. Yes, I shelve books, but the addition of a bookmobile as the means to add a branch, gave me an opportunity to work in the technical services area of the library as well. I have even done some ride-alongs  on the WOWmobile and assisted patrons in obtaining cards and selecting books!

The Words on Wheels mobile!

Well, this stroll down memory lane of my first year of retirement has gone on long enough for now. I intended to ramble about a few other things, but the evening has slipped away and tomorrow holds another opportunity for new adventures. So that's all for now. I have a pretty good list of other things I want to share (and some of them have some "real" purpose behind them!)

Stay tuned!

P.S. Gee, it has only taken me a year to get some pictures into this blog...I did say retired life means slow life!

Images - personal files from VWB