What to Do?

People ask us what we do here to fill our time. I’m not really keen on the question, mostly because I’m a bit embarrassed of the answer: “Umm, nothing much.” I’m sure we must do something though. Before we know it, it’s time to go to bed at the end of each day. I’m trying to come up with a better answer. Here goes:

Upon waking, we review anything on our day’s agenda and incorporate that into our master plan, including what food we’ll need to purchase. Do we need groceries? Probably. We tend to pick up items on a daily basis. With so much fresh produce and seafood available, we just buy ingredients for whatever our dinner meal will be that evening. Appointments are scarce, except for any scheduled chiropractor or dentist visits. Those take up about two time slots per month.

So, back to planning the day. Food rules a lot of our decisions. Shall we have breakfast at home, or eat out? A fridge devoid of milk will often be the deciding factor, even though we are fully aware that a fine (free) breakfast could be concocted without a splash of milk. We clean ourselves up and get out on the golf cart to one of our many favourite desayuno destinations. Linger over coffee. A little people watching. See the dogs playing on the street, or the iguana high up in that tree right there. Plan what’s next. Want to take a drive somewhere, discover an area we’ve not been to, stop for lunch?

The air-conditioned car is a reprieve from the summer heat. If not cooling off in the car, we’re standing in the pool for long periods of time, reading, eating lunch, doing a crossword, each one of us refilling beverages or snacks while out answering nature. Soon it’s time to cook dinner, followed by Netflix and bedtime.

This all may sound a bit dull. I want you to know, I understand the importance of lifelong learning —keeping the brain active once one retires. I do think “scientifically.” usually while in the pool. I float around and observe water displacement. It changes slightly depending on whether I inhale or exhale. Other times I turn my mind to myrmecology. As I’m sure you know, that is the study of ants. While cooling off in the pool I watch them marching. Not two-by-two, by the way, but single file. Each one follows the exact path of the last one, up the wall, intent on getting somewhere important. Once they’ve reached the target stop, somewhere out of my view, they turn around and come back down, again, using the one path. This makes for curious and quick greeting gestures as they encounter the unending line of ants marching up. To my untrained eye, I’m sure they’re exchanging little hugs before continuing their work. These are crucial observations, I’m sure, I just haven’t figured out who wants to know about them, yet.

Until family members and friends arrive next winter the two of us will comfortably hang out together, happily putting in yet another day of eating, exploring, swimming, and generally doing “nothing much.”