My First 15 Minutes

Today was my first Monday of retirement. It was pretty nice. I got up when I wanted to get up, which was about the same time I would have gotten up had I been going to work. But the difference was I didn’t HAVE to get up. I liked that.

I watched some Good Morning America. That was enjoyable.

I had a cup of coffee and a waffle and made out a loose schedule for the day. That was fine.

Lunch plans for today had been made last week so I had that to look forward to. That was fun.

The shower broke. I tried to turn it on and nothing happened. I tried the sink and it worked just fine so I knew the water hadn’t been shut off or anything. Trying again, I turned the knob and this time it was only hot water. So I jumped in for a quick shower. But then I couldn’t shut the water off. I went to the basement to get some tools while the shower was still running. I managed to get the broken knob off and then had to use a screw driver to actually turn off the water. That was exciting.

I made an unplanned trip to Lowes to get a new shower faucet handle and a stop at Target for a bunch of cleaning supplies. Because, you know, I’m going to be doing a lot of cleaning (in my head).

I started a 15 minute a day challenge today and spent 15 minutes working in my “office” (the sitting room off the master bedroom or, as it’s fondly known, the catchall room). It’s amazing what you can do in 15 minutes. Of course, the room is such a disaster that you can’t even tell. But a whole week of 15 minutes should make some sort of a dent.

This post is actually a part of the 15 minute a day challenge as well. I’m going to write for 15 minutes a day. I’m not exactly sure what that means yet. Will it be the blog? Will it be the book? Will it just be writing exercises? Or maybe all three. I don’t know. And it doesn’t even matter. It will be what it will be.

Do you know 15 minutes is a long time? This has taken me less than 7 minutes to write. What will I do now?

I’m sorry, but you’re stuck with me for another 6 minutes and 18, 17, 16… seconds – less than 6 minutes. So I’ll tell you what’s currently going on. Todd’s bowling and it’s raining cats and dogs and thundering and windy and Sookie is not happy. She’s curled up at my feet and anytime I move she jumps up like I branded her with a hot iron. Skittish thing that she is.

Four more minutes…

Um…

It was hot today. Hot and sweaty. Not my favorite.

I’m reading To Kill A Mockingbird. I read it in middle school, but I didn’t really want to back then. Now I’m enjoying it. I may just read and read and then read some more tomorrow. I’m also reading Me Before You on my Kindle and it seems to be written well. I’m fairly well sucked in. I used to be a monogamous reader, but I’ve strayed.

Sheesh!! Still 2 minutes!

Oh. It’s thundering now. A nice rumbly thunder and it sounds like big, fat drops of rain. I love rainy weather when everyone is home and nobody has to get out. I wish Todd was home.

One and a half minutes more. Or is that one and a half minute more? I would think it’s only plural if there are two or more, but I’m not sure what the rule is when it’s more than one, but less than two. Anyone?

I have some really ripe bananas. I think I should make banana bread in the morning.

For the love! We’re still ticking down…

And I’m done!

Probably not the best post I’ve ever written, but at least I wrote for 15 minutes today.

And if you’re still reading, then thanks! (But seriously. What is wrong with you??)