Through the years of empty-nesthood, we’ve adopted a number of married-couple life-patterns that take advantage of the relative freedom that comes with kids leaving the
Chineese noodles and egg rolls for lunch on the patio at Rouse’s on a fresh, late-spring morning: Taking time to smell the “Laffy” roses.
nest. All is not bleak and dreary in this advanced stage of mid-life!
Our latest routine, or at least one we’re proposing to make into a routine, I call “Laffy Daze”–or translated, “Lafayette days.”
We’ve done Lafayette shopping days for years since the kids moved on, but those days had to conform to work routines. Except for rare holidays, we were confined to weekday afternoons, after work, for our excursions.
But with the advent of our retirement phase, we’re free from the constraints of day and time. So, the Lafayette days concept morphs into the more playful Laffy Daze. We observed our first Laffy Day last Thursday and had a blast.
Laffy Daze allows us to go to town on weekday mornings to avoid both early morning and late afternoon traffic. Furthermore, the streets and stores are delightfully un-congested: no traffic snares, no endless checkout lines, no jostling crowds. I noted last week that the typical shoppers on weekday mornings are retired-looking folks (like us?) and housewives with pre-school children in tow. Weekday shoppers are not as much in a hurry as they seem later in the day at rush hour or on Saturdays when all of the poor working stiffs pile into the streets and retail places.
Best of all, though, we’re not in a hurry ourselves. We wake up without alarm, leisurely sip coffee with the morning news, and get on the road when we’re ready, not when we have to.
Laffy Daze are good days. If this routine becomes a rut of retired living, may we wear it into a rut deep, well-and-often-travelled!
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