Grocery Shopping on X-day
Retirement means there are no more holidays, no more workdays. Or maybe it’s more like every day is a holiday.
When I open my eyes in the morning without having the jarring sound of an alarm clock, I find the day looks very much like the one I said goodnight to. Mon runs into Tues runs into Wednes runs into Thurs runs into Satur runs into Sun. It takes an event like a Monday yoga class or a Wednesday meditation group to distinguish one from the other.
I had a sudden realization as I went to Whole Foods today at 1:30 to buy some groceries. The parking lot was empty. There were plenty of carts. I breezed in and out in no time with no waiting in line, no hassle. Where was everyone? Then I realized they were all at work!
So I cooked tonight. Credit me with one fine dinner. It was a made-up fish soup, sort of like a bouillabaise. But in my own cooking style, I refused to consult a recipe, preferring instead to mentally imagine what would taste good. Here’s what I did:
– Sauteed onions, garlic, and ginger.
– Added coarsely chopped oyster mushrooms.
– Added baby spinach, fresh basil, parsley.
– Added a can of fire-roasted crushed tomatoes.
– Added Chilean sea bass chopped into bite-size pieces.
– Added homemade fish stock (still leftover (frozen) from the Passover gefillte fish).
– Added a handful of pasta.
– Cooked just until the pasta was al dente.
– Ladled into bowls and topped with garlicky croutons.
Even though it was not required cooking, it was fun and warmed our bellies.
On my way into DC to meditation tonight, I realized that I had never brushed my hair today. It’s really hard when there is no routine. How could I leave out this necessary part of grooming? Tomorrow I will do it for sure!
I never realized just how structured and programmed my life had become. This is like a whole new way of life. At meditation, one person commented that I had taken on a new relaxed look. Maybe it was my wild hair. Maybe I really am learning how to be leisurely.