Saturday, February 09, 2013
In Contemplation of Retirement
Here I am sitting in my kitchen contemplating what shall be the course of my life when I am forced (more or less) into retirement in June, to the tune of hubby singing "True Love" while he builds up the fire in the fireplace on this cold February afternoon. I've found several things I could "do" after retirement, none of them particularly practical. I could win the HGTV Dream house and move to Kiawah Island, South Carolina and write my memoirs sitting on that lovely porch/deck overlooking the ocean. I could, for only $49, purchase The Barefoot Writer's Club which will guarantee me a six figure income for life, or at least as long as my fingers can work the keyboard and my brain will shovel out drivel. I could increase my lottery ticket purchase from 0 to 1 per week and win the next mega-million payout. Or not.
In all probability, in two year's time I shall be sitting in my kitchen, listening to hubby do some task while singing and still be contemplating what shall be the course of my life now that I am retired. Or not.
This sounds cheerless. I am, in fact, not unhappy, just having a moment. If I have learned anything, it is that the more things change, the more they remain the same.