In the past some friends with retired parents have commented to me that they don't understand their parents - that they are retired and have fewer day-to-day worries - why do they find things to fuss about? I have remarked to them, "That is the situation exactly." It is because they have less worries that it is necessary in their minds to find these things. Usually, these things are quite small in the scheme of everything.
Since our move on October 1 (Has it been 2 months already?), I have been fussing over a laundry cup. In Mt. Prospect I had switched to the mega Tide jug that lays on its side so you can put the provided cup under the spigot to retrieve the detergent. This is nice for my arthritic hands. When we moved, I brought the mega Tide, of course. Now that I am retired, I am bothered by this detergent-lined cup that just sits around being messy. Before I was retired, the cup would just sit around with no problem. Now that I am here. Now that I am retired, this messy cup cannot just sit around. I got so peeved this morning that I called the good people at Proctor & Gamble. "Exactly what do you expect me to do with this messy cup?" The woman was quite sympathetic, actually. She explained, "Some people throw in the cup with the load, and it comes out clean." I tried it, and it works. I am relieved that this major problem has been solved.
I am retired.
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