When do you feel most productive?

What a question, when do I ever not feel productive?

“The Busy Life of a Retiree”

I thought I’d nap and waste my days,
In peaceful, slow, relaxing haze,
But oh, how wrong my plans would be,
I’m busier now than in my thirties!

I start at dawn with walks and squats,
(I stretch my knees and hear them pop),
Then coffee brewed, and while it’s hot,
I write a list. It’s quite a lot.

There’s weeds to pull and decks to stain,
A thousand socks to re-explain,
(Where do they vanish? What’s the game?)
And grandkids’ names to call, wrong name!

I paint the fence, I patch the wall,
I build a shelf that sure won’t fall,
I fix the shelf, I patch the floor,
I promise not to build much more.

I volunteer! I bake! I read!
I email friends at lightning speed!
I take up knitting (briefly, twice),
I learn to make organic rice.

I join a club! I chair a board!
I host a brunch! (Twelve guests! I’m floored.)
I write a novel , get to page one,
Decide instead to nap in sun.

They warned me I would lose my drive,
That “retired” meant I’d just survive.
But no, I’ve found, to my surprise,
Retirement’s when real work thrives!

So here’s to plans that go awry,
To endless tasks and “one more try,”
Retirement’s busy, full, and bright…
Now, if I nap, I’ve earned it right!