The Hamster Wheel
Many mornings as I sit at our front window enjoying my second, or sometimes, third mug of coffee I think about how similar retirement in the time of COVID is to the intrepid hamster, running round and round on his wheel, going absolutely nowhere yet enjoying the hell out of it.
I wonder, fellow retirees, just how many of you might being feeling the same.
My wife and I will receive our second vaccinations next week, and for that I am beyond thankful, but I will feel no urgency in returning to those few activities that occupied many of our waking hours before March of last year.
We haven't been to a restaurant for nearly twelve months, and that time was to see my cousin who was coming through town on her way to see friends near Fort Meade on the western shore of Maryland. We dined on a deck overlooking the small creek that bifurcates our downtown area, with masks on while we weren't eating or drinking, and it was wonderful to see her but still felt "different."
The single activity that I do really miss is playing pickleball, something I had never participated in until our last move back to the street I had spent many years of my life living on.
We moved into our new/old house in August of 2019, and the very first day I was out on the patio I heard an unfamiliar "bonk....bonk" emanating from the public tennis courts across the street.
I walked over to inquire and watch for a while, and got literally sucked into the great fun and great exercise of a racquet sport that is now all the rage for "mature" athletes of all levels. A full two weeks after my second shot I hope to grab my racquet and a towel and venture across the road once again to see if I can get into a game.
Hey, it'll get me off the hamster wheel, and that's a very good thing!