I’m guilty of frequently procrastinating. An example occurred today.

I had an appointment for Tuesday at 10:45am at the DMV office to get my handicapped placard. I was trying to figure out how I could get the medical form signed by Dr. Marquez. I could drop it off Monday, but would it be ready so I could pick it up in time for the DMV appointment?

Then I though, why? Why am I rushing?

So I canceled my Tuesday timeslot and rescheduled the DMV appointment for Friday the 13th at 10:45. There’s no rush. I will still need to call the doctor’s office tomorrow to make sure I can get the necessary signature before Friday. (If I can’t I will reschedule again.)

I don’t need to hurry. Does it really matter if I have the handicapped placard on Tuesday or Friday? Or even a week or a month from now? Nope!!

Tomorrow I want to play euchre at the Ruskin Moose. Other than my scheduled time volunteering at the Emergency Squad (this week on Wednesday) I’m really not locked in to any specific appointments. I want to see the Ruskin euchre folks so I’ll definitely go tomorrow. Tuesday evening the KP Euchre Club also meets and Thursday I have a standing invitation to play with the Whistlers at their house. I can be flexible because no one depends on me. I can cancel or postpone appointments.

Maybe that’s one reason I’m enjoying this time away from Ken. I am not locked into any commitments. I’m my own boss.

Sadly the Covid-19 virus has seriously become more active again. The numbers are really high. (Higher than they were at the peak a year ago.) Masks are being required again and activities are shutting down.

I won’t be doing to the senior dances until the statistics look better. I won’t go to the South Clubhouse for karaoke or Rock N Rendezvous until Jubilee opens and we have more room. I will be wearing my mask more of the time.

And Ken…? Well, I haven’t decided. I have a month to resolve my feelings for him. He’ll be back about September 15th.

I’d still like to find a full-time gentleman who’d want to be in my life. I’d be his lady and be there for him and he’d be available for me. I sure don’t like this “part-time” business. But I don’t need someone who gets too involved. No marriage. No living together. But lots of time together.