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Laid Off Luxury

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Since I’ve been laid off from the position of wage slave, my sleep pattern has been disrupted. Never an early riser, I was at least reluctantly accustomed to getting up for work and showing up for work, esteemed traits of the boomer generation. Since I can live by my own schedule now, I enjoy late night binging on Netflix and Amazon Prime Videos or listening to music. With my alarm silenced, mornings are later than usual and sometimes occur at lunchtime. In fact, you might say my schedule is more like mayhem. It’s great.

Regarding the scheduled life, there are two personality types—structured or non-structured. I am the non-structured type who goes with the flow, unlike my husband, Alan, who prefers planning and detail.  I think our opposite circadian rhythms contribute to the success of our marriage.

Some nights, I can’t get to sleep at all without Benadryl and/or Ibuprofen. Lately, I’ve been tossing and turning until around 4 and 5 am, despite listening to Beethoven and infusing the room with eucalyptus oil. My sister, Anita, tells me she doesn’t know a woman over 60 who doesn’t have insomnia. I told her Alan has it too. He says he gets up every morning at 3 am and has a hard time getting back to sleep. It’s true. I can hear him foraging in the kitchen while I’m watching T.V.

Because of our erratic schedules, there is no telling who’s up or down in our house at any time of day or night. There may be a body napping on the couch or guest room bed during the day or someone wandering in search of Tums at night in the kitchen. Alan is an extremely light sleeper. Since our kitchen is adjacent to the master bedroom, I dare not do dishes or noisily close the microwave door while popping corn in the middle of the night because he’s a bear when a person disturbs his sleep. The courtesy of not disturbing Alan’s sleep has become a good excuse for not working around the house.

The medical experts don’t seem to know why we can’t sleep very well as we age. It probably has to do with changes in the brain, but I like to think I’m returning more to my natural, biological self—eating when hungry and sleeping when tired, which is as it should be. I’ve been one of those who needs lots of sleep all my life and have loved every minute of it. Now that I don’t engage in the drudgery of work, I have no problem with staying up late, rising late, eating at odd hours and napping. In fact, napping is a laid off luxury.

I took two Benadryls and two Ibuprofens last night. That’s 50 mg and 400 mg respectively. They worked well with the 3 beers I had had earlier in the evening. I barely got through one episode of Monroe before I dozed off. It was a night of light comedy and deep sleep. There’s no telling what tonight might bring, though. The second series of Goliath airs today on Amazon and I’ll definitely be watching it. Sweet dreams everyone!


Yippie! I’m Laid Off!

I was laid off after 25 years of employment in November, 2017 and became officially redundant. Yippee! The Law of Attraction is working. I was a little shaken at first, but this push is just what I needed. What writer at 64 would say anything different? Yes, I wasn’t ready to retire and yes, I may have to struggle financially for a while, but this was the best thing that could have happened to me.

I have young friends who were laid off and forced to change careers, locations, and life plans. Many were devastated. Not me. I’m old. I paid my dues as a wage slave. I’m done! I had only one and a half years to go before retirement. I even had a countdown app on my phone. But wishing your life away, as my husband, Alan, said, is no way to go through life. He was so right.

I’m working part time to help make ends meet, but the good thing is that my stress level and blood pressure are both normal. I get to nap whenever I want to. I’m a teaching assistant at a local school, part time, so I get colds more often, but that’s when I get to stay home and write, two of my favorite things. I make my own bread and have a constant supply of home-made muffins in the fridge. My garden is looking better and I’m losing weight. Last week, I took my grandson to the beach and actually had some fun!

And, to top things off, we had a flood in our house! This little nudge from the universe has resulted in a new set of kitchen cabinets, a new floor in the bedroom, and, this summer, almost the entire house will be painted. It doesn’t get any better than this.






It’s hard these days for me to think of anything but retirement because it is coming soon. Every move I  make seems to matter in terms of how it will impact my final departure from work.

Work. How I have dreamed of not working for so many years. Not getting up early. Not wearing clothes that look stupid. Being able to say the things I  want to say and do the things I want to do. What pleasure awaits me!

I shall sleep, eat, awaken, and work when I feel like it, soon. Soon, I will determine what the events of my days and nights will be with a feeling of abandon the likes of which I will recall only from much younger days!

Autonomy! Peace! Pot! Time to write whenever I want to! Sleeping in! Such is the life of the late bloomer on a quest for freedom!
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