I know it is probably one of those “age” symptoms. It could also be related to the fact of retirement when weekdays don’t have the same definition as when I was employed or with kids in school. I believe many retired people can relate. However, I think more than anything there is a missing cog in my brain.  I have trouble keeping days of the week in their proper sequence, time in steady check, and my location relative to my destination.

Thursday is designated clean-up day at our house. I was sitting on the patio enjoying this beautiful morning unfold at sunrise, watching the birds and having my tea thinking of the quiet day ahead and Ken said, “We better get started for our walk. I want to get back so I can get the vacuuming done early.”  

Clean up? Today? It’s Thursday again? I was thinking it was Tuesday. What happened to Tuesday? Oh, yeah – it was a busy day and flew by very quickly. Then Wednesday happened and here we are at Thursday with things to do and dinner plans with friends.

I wrote a post last November about weekends. In it I wrote about the dowager Countess on Downton Abbey played so brilliantly by Maggie Smith. The family was having a discussion about the weekend and she piped up, “Weekend? What is a weekend?” Of course, in her world each day had its own significance related to social duties, but they were not put in categories of weekday and weekend days. Days were all the same – another day. I’m not a countess and I struggled to manage life within those weekday boundaries, but I slipped those bonds since retirement.

Ever since I can remember, I have had a tenuous relationship with time and space, so keeping track of days, times, and place are a challenge for me. Ken, who I labeled Steady Eddie in an earlier post, has always been my tether to those things that are assigned the when and where in our life. He reminds me of earthbound values that I easily forget in my spacey way. He likes to be places early and I am apt to be late. Between us we are usually on time. He knows the directions to every place he has gone before and magically knows how to find his way to destinations he’s never been to before. It is difficult for me to find my way out of our cul-de-sac. You can ask any/all of my friends and family who fall into two categories. They either laugh with me being lost or late, or they get very annoyed. Fortunately, we laugh – a lot. If I am the designated driver, I always need a co-pilot to navigate even to places with which I am familiar or I will most definitely be late.

So here we are at Thursday. I did enjoy Tuesday; and, Wednesday was a quiet day, reading and writing. Tomorrow, I have an appointment mid-day that Ken won’t let me forget. It will be Friday.