This post has nothing to do with anything. It is totally a fabrication of my demented mind...(I think, therefore I am{demented}). So read it at your own risk.
Whilst (sorry, I've been talking to too many limeys) drinking my favorite cup o' joe this morning, I began to really appreciate retirement. That would be
MY retirement.
YOUR retirement may vary with age, location, and management. The fact that advancing age is forever tethered to retirement is somewhat an inconvenience, but can be ignored with enough active imagination and/or drugs.
On being retired....
*** I have time to spend roaming, not only the pits of dispair over my falling jowels, but to discover the endless, mind-expanding world of the internet. (Which brings me to you.) In this, the Great Age of Illiteracy, it is delightful to run across young people like Jaxvon who have learned to speak well and also realize the limitations of youth and value of experience.
*** I have the time to do the things that I always wanted to do when I was young. Now, if I could only find the energy or the resources to
DO the things that I always wanted to do.
(Go get 'em, Sleestack!)
*** I have the time to deal with all the debilitating diseases that come with the concommitant aging process. By gosh, I can go to the doctor any ol' darn time I want! By the way, the physicians don't help a lot unless you have something like an arrow sticking out of your chest.
THAT they can somewhat accurately diagnose and treat. Usually, one just walks out of the doctor's office, not with the liberation of a cure, but with the semi-full and scary knowledge of what's ailin' you. ("Can't do much about that, son."
SON??!! Why, you...)
*** I have had adequate time to say goodbye to much of my hair. ("So long fair hair!") and feel okay about it.
*** I seemingly have entered a new era...where one can no longer be considered a "letch". I'm now, officially, a "dirty old man" (theoretically, a higher calling). You younger folks must realize that sex doesn't just fall in your lap during retirement years. In retirement, if your missus or girlfriend blesses you with some lovin', consider your entire year to be made! (
Are there any women on this forum to explain this phenomenon?
)
*** My hearing is shot from years and years of rock & roll and concerts and being screemed at by various high frequency partners (not the current missus, of course!).
BUT, check this out. You can buy any speaker you like, the cheaper the better, and you'll not be able to tell the difference between that and those Wilson Watt Puppies over there. Now that's how you save money. See? Experience pays.
So here I sit, making nonsense, and hanging on to life like granny's last tooth. From the right point of view...retirement life is wonderful.
Good cheer.