My long week

So we're leaving for Italy on Monday. And I, a jeans and t-shirt person, had to figure out what to wear. It has been a long week.

First, I'm between sizes, so some of my travel possibilities don't fit right. I placed two orders to Travelsmith and four to LLBean. By yesterday I had returned everything except a thermal shirt. I won't tell you the cost of the return postage.

Then, the temps in Italy are going to be in the mid-60s next week, dropping to the upper 40s at night. Not shorts weather. But not wool either. That in-between place where "you just wear layers". And that means more packing, to make sure you get all the layers. And maybe warm weather stuff too, in case it warms up the week after next.

I finally found stuff at Chico's - a couple of shirts, a pair of pants, and a vest. That, combined with two pairs of Not Your Daughter's Jeans, a pair of cropped pants and a few other shirts that still fit, should do it. I may also throw in a light fleece hoodie I found at Goodwill (my first purchase there) and a heavier fleece hoodie I found in the hall closet. Especially now that I found out - by calling Delta, our carrier - that the first checked bag for international flights is free.

The shoes. Old shoes that, when I put them on early this week, weren't comfortable any more. They made my legs different lengths. Two trips later to the shoe store where I purchased them, I got a couple of lift adjustments and walked three and a half miles to make sure they'd be okay. I wish I could wear my walking shoes, but they're white, and I don't want to look too much like a tourist, even though I am one.

I can't believe I'm doing this. I am not a clothes person. I am not a shoe person. I hate to shop. But this issue kept me awake for two nights this week. And that is very embarrassing.

In the larger scheme of things, I know I am profoundly lucky. My biggest problem this week was my packing list for a trip to Italy. I'm very, very grateful.

Rainy night

I believe the rainy season is upon us. When I was still working it gave me the blues. So far this year, it sounds lovely falling out there as I sit, inside, in the warmth and light.

I spent the day at my first Habitat for Humanity build. Working for Habitat as a volunteer is one of the goals I set for my post-work life. I have no experience in construction whatever, but they were glad to have me. It drizzled most of the day and when I got home my hoodie was wet and so was the shirt underneath, and my face and hands were dirty. And I felt just fine, thank you! Tonight I'm a bit stiff, but I'll live - and I'm going back next week.

I spent most of the morning anchoring the ladder for a 20-something paralegal so she could use the palm nailer on the sheetrock. By the time she finished the job she trusted me - that I would stand there below her for however long she was on the ladder, and not get distracted.

In the afternoon I helped put up Tyvek - which I'd seen before but never knew about - by hammering nails into the midrange height. My ladder partner said, "Way to go, Linda!" Yes, I do know how to do nails. It's been a while, that's all. I'm married to a construction type guy, and whenever he sees me doing something like that, he takes over and finishes the job. So I'm glad he was home today reading the paper and taking a nap.

On the ESL front, I got an 89 on my latest lesson plan. In the olden days, this achiever would have considered an 89 a failure, but now I'm glad I passed the unit. I've got renewed enthusiasm for this course now that I've clarified that my goal is to tutor ESL rather than teach a class.

I had my annual physical yesterday, and my doc was delighted by my excitement over my new life. He has a patient who comes in at 80, still wears a tie and goes to the carpet store for a few hours a day because he doesn't know what to do with himself in retirement, while his wife sits there quietly and shakes her head when the doc asks her why they don't travel.

I was chagrined to realized that six weeks of eating what you want results in a six-pound weight gain. I asked the doc if it could be the low-dose hormones I started taking and he said yes, that could be. But that's rationalizing, I think. I'll see how I do over the next week or so when I'm paying attention to what I eat. I have choices in the food area as well as in how I spend my time.

We've ordered a weekly box of fruits and vegetables from a farm north of here - part of my new interest in community-supported agriculture. This week they delivered four carrots, two peppers, two plums, four apples, four pears, a head of lettuce, a cucumber, a zucchini and some kiwi berries. We left it all out on the counter in a virtual cornucopia, so we'd remember to eat it all, and tonight I broke my no-cooking rule and fixed stuffed peppers using leftover wild rice and chopped tomatoes from our garden and old swiss cheese from the crisper and black beans from a can. Wonderful, healthy and virtuous.

A simple day

We walked 1.75 miles this morning to an hourlong exercise class, then took a shortcut home and stopped for espresso. I drove to my old workplace to give blood, as I have done for years, and saw half a dozen people in the bus that I know. They all look stressed. My blood pressure was 108/68 and my pulse was 64! Sounds like no stress to me. I'm going to reduce my bp meds a bit and see how that goes. It would be lovely to get off them.

Stopped by my favorite shoe guy and left off the shoes I'm taking to Italy so they can be tuned up.

Finished up Module 5 of my ESL class and sent it off to my instructor, finally unstressed about the class now that I've clarified my goal of tutoring ESL rather than teaching. Weeded the garden for half an hour. Talked to my neighbor Jennie (the chicken lady) about a box of vegetables being delivered tomorrow from a nearby farm - we'll be splitting a box each week - and about the freezer we found on Craigslist now being installed/wired by Art, which will store the half grain-fed beef we're buying, also with the neighbors.

Looked at a couple of timeshare rental bargains. $229 for a week in February is a good deal, especially if it's in a place that's not raining.

Feeling the fall air, watching the sun go down, thinking about Chinese for dinner.

I had no idea, when I was working, how sweet a simple day can be.

Getting ready for the trip

Today it feels like autumn in the Pacific Northwest. I spent some time in the yard this morning, assessing what pruning and maintenance needs doing. The weather forecast calls for three days of sunshine - a big deal in these parts! - so Friday will be the day I harvest all remaining squash, tomatoes and green beans, pull up the greenery and divide it between the neighbors' chickens and the compost bins, and throw some winter crop seeds into the garden. On my to-do list for the next week or so is a half hour of weeding each day. I actually enjoy weeding from time to time, and this is one of those times. The lady who does our pruning will be over next week to tidy up the yard for the off season.

Our Maine trip is over, photos saved and thank you notes written, and we're now preparing for a trip to Italy. We leave two weeks from today. I just got back from Rick Steves' travel store, two towns over in Edmonds, where we bought two Continental electrical converters, a daypack, a raincoat in a pouch, and a set of packing cubes. I have two lists going: one "packing for Italy" and the other "to do for Italy". The shopping was first; next is making arrangements for a housesitter, having my walking shoes tuned up, and reading the Rick Steves guide to Italy so we have some ideas on what to do in our free time in Orvieto, Assisi, Florence, and Rome. Otherwise, being a timid traveler in places where English is not the native language, I'd be tempted to take a nap or read. I'd like to be a braver explorer on this trip.

The days are getting shorter, and usually at this time of year I turn on my bright light and start taking a homeopathic supplement so I don't get the blues during the winter. For some reason, this year I haven't done that yet. Part of the reason is that we'll be in Italy for 18 days. But part is that I don't have that trapped feeling this year. I wonder how much of my winter blues was because I was sitting in a cubicle at work looking outside at the rain. Or, if the sun did come out, I couldn't go out in it except at lunch, which might not be the sunny part of the day. I'm curious to see how this winter goes for me.

I'm grateful today for those of you who have commented recently that I seem to be on the right retirement track. It's very good to know I'm doing some typical things!

I'm getting it

During our two-week stay in Maine, I was without internet access most of the time, and I was without my to-do list. For the first week I was on a schooner, with other people around me. For the second week, I was in a quiet island house, where my biggest concern was keeping the laundry done, since I hadn't packed for the right weather.

My biggest concern was the laundry! That's a shift for the woman who went to work for the last time on June 25 and had a list of goals to start working on right away. In Maine, I had nothing but time. In spite of myself, I used that time to slow down and consider where I am now, three months into not working.

Here's where I am now. I still have a to-do list, but the only things I do - unless I feel like it - are what absolutely needs to be done: pay the bills, file amended tax returns, and reread my writing group's collaborative piece in time for our Tuesday night meeting. The rest of my time is open for whatever I say "yes" to.

For some reason, I'm surprised to be doing more writing. It wasn't on my list of goals on June 25. I've been writing for years, doing not much with it, so I hadn't given it any thought when I was setting my goals. However, I am committed to saying "yes". And the writing is coming up more often in my list. (1) Blog today (2) Work on the piece about the schooner crew - which idea came to me when I had no intention of doing any writing (3) Look into self-publishing the Vietnam memoir written in 2006, which I spent a year and a half writing and then never sent out because it didn't fit any writing market I could find.

Maybe it's because writing requires chunks of time, and I never had that before. Or because writing is hard, and working on spreadsheets is easy. Or because productivity looked virtuous.

One of my goals on June 25 was to learn to teach ESL. Since starting my online course, I've been procrastinating, which I don't usually do. I've now realized it's because I don't want to teach. I just want to help learners. I'm finishing the online course, but there's no fear now, because I've more accurately assessed my ESL goal. I probably don't ever want to stand in front of a class again. But I do want to sit at a table with someone who wants to learn. See, I'd misstated my goal. Multiple friends, both online and face to face, have made that gentle suggestion. When I was in Maine, I got it, and I feel much better.

Another of my goals is to work with Habitat for Humanity, and I'm participating in a build on October 9 and October 16. I knew I needed to get in shape, and I had ideas for a rigorous exercise program. What's actually happened is that, when we were in Maine, we used our feet and public transportation to get around. Last week we walked 32 miles, but it wasn't to get the exercise - it was to get to town or the library or the farmer's market or the LLBean outlet or the Apple store at the Maine Mall. And we carried our luggage a bunch. So, in the course of my life I got my exercise. Not in the course of going to the gym. This seems more sensible to me, but of course I didn't get it before because my time was taken up with all the things I had to do when I was working.

I have a retired friend who said, "Don't squander your time." I used to think that meant to keep busy. Now I think it means use the time well - whether that means taking a nap when I'm tired, spending time in conversation with friends and family, or playing a game of Sudoku each morning. Or taking time to slow down and consider where I am now.

Schooner pics

There's a fleet of about 12 schooners sailing from Rockland and Camden, Maine, during the summer. We always sail on the Heritage. We chose it because it has no engine - only a yawlboat to get us out of the harbor and back in - and in case we get becalmed. We're on the boat for six days and nights. We sail during the day and anchor each evening in an island cove. The itinerary is always different, depending on the wind and weather.

This is a typical view on the water.

Everyone is needed to haul up the sails in the morning, but the rest of the time you can do what you want to help - or do nothing. On deck it's pretty relaxing.

We eat very well. Lunch is on deck. It's always soup made with night-before leftovers, plus fresh baked bread.

One day there's a lobster bake on a "deserted" island. We carry the lobsters in the schooner until their big day.

Art and I ate five lobsters between us.

I spent time in the galley interviewing the crew because I'm writing about them. But in the evenings, we can read, or play cards or board games. Usually everyone goes to bed by 9 p.m. We're tired from all the sun and sailing.

A few of us went rowboating one night. To set our rowing pace we sang the Hokey Pokey.

On a cruise like this everyone gets to know each other.

We've signed up to sail again next September.

What I've Learned in Maine

So, we've been here for 15 days, with two to go. Here's what I've learned so far.

I love it when it rains at night and then clears up in the morning to sunny skies instead of lingering for days. I love how fast the leaves change color. I love listening to the foghorn and the single whistle of the Peaks Island ferry departing on its 15-minute run to Portland. I love walking in villages and in the countryside and along the ocean and listening to birdsongs we don't have at home. I love no traffic and people getting around on bicycles or golf carts or feet. I love the public library with its comfortable sights and sounds and its Internet access. I love leaving the door and the bicycles unlocked. I love lobster and the regional accents of Mainers.

I've reconfirmed for the umpteenth time that I need more social interaction than my husband Art does. When we're relaxing on vacation, having no garden or garage projects, he reads for hours. I read for a shorter time, then try to strike up a conversation. He continues to read. Plus, radio and TV are distractions he can't tune out. I have finally realized his silence has nothing to do with me, but with his personal preference for quiet downtime. Sometimes it feels like I'm getting the silent treatment, but that's an old childhood tape playing. As my sister reminded me last night, it's my issue. Art is just reading in silence.

So, I've learned I should never travel without my laptop, even if there's no Internet access. I could have written this week about the crew on the schooner, instead of next week when I'm back home. I could have played games to occupy myself. I could have brought along a few DVDs, and rented them, and watched them with headphones on. I could have brought an MP3 player and listed to the radio through those same headphones.

I've learned it's fun to use public transportation to get around, even on Sunday when it's limited. Renting a car for a day, or taking a taxi, feels like cheating and would be expensive to boot.

I've learned I still love Maine, but if I lived here for six months to a year I'd need to be in a place with more than two thousand people and I would need to buy some wool sweaters and some longjohns and some snow boots.

I'm thinking ahead to our Monday travel home: feet to ferry, ferry to dock, taxi or bus to bus station, bus to Logan airport, plane to Seattle. About 13 hours in transit, including wait times. I need to load up my Kindle with another book or two, make sure it and my cellphone are charged up. It's time to go home, and I'm ready. And that's a good thing.