Tuesday, February 07, 2012

Balancing Act

I thought once I retired I would have all kinds of time to do what I really wanted to do instead of what I had to do to earn a living.  You've heard of the saying "The best laid plans of mice and men"?  You may have surmised by now that I still don't have enough time to indulge full-time in my passions.

The three main activities I do are:

  • blogging
  • genealogy research
  • writing my autobiography

I have several other lesser interests which I also enjoy doing which are:

  • photography
  • gardening
  • cooking
  • reading

Usually I devote the majority of my time to one interest at the expense of another.  Today it was time for me to dip my toes back into my genealogy research.  The problem with genealogy research is that it eats up all my time once I delve into it.  That's because I find it so fascinating and the information available for me to sort out and organize is almost endless.

Today I sifted through my 843 backlog of e-mail messages and pulled out all the genealogy research requests from Tipton cousins far and wide.  I feel myself getting sucked back into genealogy research because I feel a need to address all the kind fellow family researchers who have taken the time to send me their family trees and inquire about my information.  So something has to give.  What will it be?

For years and years I've been meaning to start my autobiography.  I finally started it (see "My Life", another blog).  I could literally spend the next year, every day, writing my autobiography.  I want to write down what I remember before I lose more memories.  Some women feel their biological clock ticking.  I feel my Life Clock ticking.  At 70 years old, with the knowledge that my Mother and both of her older sisters suffered dementia in their final years, time is running out for me.

One good thing about my Hobson's Choice.  I love doing all these activities.  I would hate to be one of those retired people who don't know what to do with their spare time.  They're lost.  They eat, they travel, they nap.  They vegetate.  I thank God everyday I'm not one of those people.  And I'm not even religious!

So that's my Balancing Act folks.  I'll figure it out.  In the meantime I have to get ready to go back to work tomorrow.  Yes, that's right.  I'm still working two nights a week.  I just can't stop working.  But that's another blog posting.


Jon said...

Life is indeed a balancing act! Since I live alone, most people assume that I have time to do anything I want. Unfortunately there aren't enough hours in the day and I hardly have any free time.
I certainly hope you'll finish your autobiography. I wrote a book about my deceased mother, and her turbulent life in an abusive marriage. I also published a book of poetry - - but that's the extent of my recent writing endeavors. I don't write nearly as much as I used to (except for my blog - which is a bunch of crap).

Sorry for such a long comment!

anne marie in philly said...

"I would hate to be one of those retired people who don't know what to do with their spare time. They're lost. They eat, they travel, they nap. They vegetate." - like my MIL; she sits all day and can barely move. so NOT for me! you have to shake it or lose it!

LOVE the new banner; is it the blue ridge parkway?

Raybeard said...

Ron, I think that if we all lived a minimum of 200 years there STILL wouldn't be enough time to do all we wanted. It's another aspect of that rule which says that work to be done fills up the time available no matter how long that time available is.
I think a boon for everybody would be to need a lot less sleep than we do - but there again you and I know that we'd be busy during those additional hours anyway rather than 'using' them to do nothing at all.
Speaking selfishly, I only hope that you don't demote your own blog-writing to concentrate more on your gardening, cooking and reading. It's reassuring to see, through the 'evidence' of your blogs (perhaps also through your photos), that you are still there and 'functioning'.

Ron said...


Thank you for your very thoughtful comments. I have to admit that I favor doing my blog over all else, although I also love doing my other activities. It is a real tug of war with my time. My time is also further limited by my need to take a nap every afternoon to recharge. You have given me encouragement to continue to place my blog first in my priorities. Thanks!

Ron said...

Anne Marie,

Yes, that is the Blue Ridge Parkway. You are so smart! I usually put pictures that I've taken of scenes around here in southern Delaware where I live but I love this picture my friend Tom sent to me. Tom made his millions and retired early (50) and spends his time traveling. He often sends me great photos of his travels. I asked him if I could use them on my blog and he said he "didn't care." I'll be posting more in the future. Even though they don't have anything to do with "Retired in Delaware" they are beautiful, original pictures that I want to share with the world.

Ron said...


You understand. I feel I have less time now to do the things I want to do than I did when I worked five days a week. I get a kick out of some people who don't know me that well who suggest I volunteer my time so "you would have something to do." NO THANKS! I can take care of my own life.
By the way, your blog postings aren't a "bunch of crap." You write from your heart Jon. Blogs like yours are the kind I like to read. I can tell you enjoy writing your blog. Keep on writing.

scott said...

Jim will retire in about five years. I will be curious to see what he does with his time. He's excited and sees it as a new start to his life.

Ron said...


Mark this down, what Jim will find that he won't have time to do everything he wants and/or plans to do. It is a good dilemma to be in though. I love it!

Raybeard said...

What, Ron? A nap in the afternoon? Only the one? When I can I have one mid-morning AND one in the afternoon! Isn't growing old such FUN? ;-)

Ron said...


Every now and then I sneak in a morning nap. When I'm not working I always take an afternoon nap of at last an hour. Without my afternoon nap I wind down like an old clock at the end of the day.