Puttering Away

I love to putter. Very relaxing. I don’t know what Google says, but my definition of puttering is “catching up on chores at a leisurely pace while singing along to music, sometimes including a little happy-dance.” And if the weather is nice and the windows wide open, so much the better.  Throw a nap and a Klondyke Bar somewhere in the mix and you’ve got a perfect putter-day.

For 23 years, I was chained to a desk five days a week and couldn’t putter unless I took vacation time to do it. My work week-ends were crammed with a million things not conducive to puttering. Puttering has to be done without rushing. That’s why it’s called puttering.

Now that I’m retired I can putter all I want. But a day or two a week is enough. And it’s not like I’m in love with housework. As a matter of fact, when I was a stay-at-home mom with a husband and four kids I don’t remember digging housework all that much. Cleaning house when a husband and four kids live in it is like pissing in the wind.

But now I just clean up after myself and there’s plenty of other neat stuff going on in my life.  So puttering is just one slice of a big ole delicious pie called retirement.

Gotta go. Time to mop the kitchen floor.  And there’s a Klondyke Bar in the freezer with my name on it.



About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard.
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