I’m not sure why anyone would care, but here’s how I’m spending my time these days:
Walk/jogging with the dogs. This is the best way to get cardio for someone like me. I take the dogs on a trail, and we all run together excitedly. Then I run out of breath and walk for a while. Then I pick up the pace and eventually I’m jogging behind them. If they stop to sniff, I do squats.
Taking the dogs to the dog park. It’s a nice, low key way to spend the morning (even though I recently got out smarted by a dog and lost a fluffy toy and a container of treats as a result).
Learning Irish and German. I don’t know why I can’t seem to force myself to stick with Spanish, but I can’t. I tried learning it at the beginning but kept getting mixed up with Irish. I don’t seem to be having that problem with German, yet. Perhaps this is because I’m further along with my Irish? Perhaps this is because German is so different? I dunno. We’ll see if I stick with the German or not.
I’m not really playing musical instruments anymore. I bought a low whistle, which is nice to play but ever time I play it my dog starts howling. Sure, it’s cute – but do you know how hard it is to practice when there’s howling? I guess I could pick up the guitar again, but… meh.
I try to do yoga at least once or twice a week. I still don’t care for it, but I can feel my muscles losing their flexibility when I don’t do it.
Chores and gardening. Mostly it’s indoor gardening at this point, but I have snow peas and sugar snap peas outside under cloches that survived 15 F nights. They’re under a foot of snow at the moment, but I’m hopeful that when it melts they’ll still be alive, perky and green.
In general, I am in LOVE with the non-working life. It is fantastic. I don’t get bored. I feel healthy and happy. If I could afford to never work again, I would. I don’t care about being a productive little capitalist anymore – I’m having too good a time just being me. Also, I love all this alone time. Being around people is so draining. During an average week I may have one or two short conversations at the dog park. Maybe I can end up doing some kind of job where I grow and sell things from the house. Also, I’m getting a lot more sleep – about 9.5 hours a night. I always suspected I was one of those people who needed more than 8 hours.
Ok, I think that’s all for now.