The Boredom of Holidays

When you’re retired and have no family living near, holidays can be incredibly boring.  Because of a city-wide furlough day (scheduled to make a four-day weekend for city workers who might not get paid, but at least didn’t have to work), we didn’t get to play bridge on Friday.

I would love to go somewhere and do something, but the heat

dictates doing something indoors, and Big Al’s back means it can’t be anything that involves walking any distance.  So we spend the holiday weekends just like we spend every weekend – only an extra day of it.  We don’t have the funds to go anywhere overnight, and any decent scenery to drive through is more than a day – round trip.  We have to save our sheckles for moving to Tacoma.

And as retirees, weekends don’t feel any different than weekdays, except for church on Sunday.  At least we get to play bridge during the week on Tuesday and Friday mornings at the rec center, and Wednesday afternoons (Big Al plays at the church and I substitute pretty regularly at a ladies’ bridge group).  But after June 4th, we won’t be able to play on Fridays at the rec center, because they won’t have room for us. 

At least when we get moved into Franke Tobey Jones ( in Tacoma, we’ll be able to just walk across the street from our house to find a bridge game, get lunch, attend a class or even use the exercise equipment.  And we won’t have to worry about the heat!

People wonder how we’ll cope with the constant grey skies, and rain in the Pacific northwest.  We lived in England for 6 years, and I didn’t think it rained enough.  You just buy a good raincoat and an umbrella, and maybe some wellies, and you go out and live your lives (without sweating as soon as you walk out the door.)

We enjoyed the beginning of our annual West Wing marathon last night.  We have to be careful, though, because the holiday weekend means a lag in receiving replacement discs from Netflix.  We can’t use up everything we’ve got on hand or we’ll find ourselves without anything to watch on Tuesday night.  I’m eternally grateful that we can watch instant movies with the XBox and Netflix.  It keeps Big Al from watching ahead after I go bed.

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