What can my husband and I do today? That is a question that we appear to be forced to deal with on many Sunday mornings.

When people are retired, they appear to always be looking for something to do to kill the time. One has to see how ridiculous these words really are. At this time in life, every minute should be precious, and as I consider this I have to wonder as to its importance and value.

Unquestionably, living in Las Vegas, there are always the casinos to visit where we can play Bingo, live Poker, or the video poker machines. However, that doesn't always feel like something we really want to do.

Loving to write and sitting at the computer corresponding with family, or new people, provide some missing activities. And now that The Latest has come into my life, I enjoy writing articles that provide me with the way to reach out to others and share my thoughts.

Then, of course there is the dog to walk, or possibly go shopping later, as the stores in Vegas are open on Sundays. Nonetheless, it's not as it was when we both were involved with working every week.Then, Sunday was a day of rest. Now it has become just another day we face looking for something to do.

As I have written before, I do not suggest retirement until it is necessary. Oddly enough, many people devote their lives working toward that "wonderful day" when they can do those things they haven't been able to do when involved in work.

My advice has been that such folks should try to enjoy what they do to make a living, and not rush into retirement. They may discover as we have, that every day becomes Sunday, and thus people find themselves looking for something exciting to do on one more day.

I understand that getting involved in politics may provide an answer for some, and my husband in particular has tried that. In addition, the weekdays have offered some constructive ways to spend our time. I've volunteered to help out at the local music station, and am on call when they need me.

I have also had some unexpected pleasure volunteering to call people who are forced to remain in their homes. Additionally, I've also done some tutoring of folks who need to improve their English skills as well. But realistically, Sunday would not be the day for that.

Someone wrote a song called, "Saturday Night Is The Loneliest Night Of The Week," but perhaps a better title might have been, "Sundays Are Hard To Handle." 

If all this sounds depressing it isn't meant to be. Ironically, this morning I answered a response I received to one of my articles, and something wonderful happened. The young woman who wrote to me has apparently sent an e-mail that is waiting for me to read. 

Perhaps my problem has been solved, and I'm extremely grateful.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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