Ahhhhhh…
The sound of retirement.
Those ‘not yet retired’ believe this, yes?
For us, we anticipated that Ahhhhh feeling when waking everyday to the knowledge that our time was now our own.
To do or not to do…that is the question!
Our car sticker won’t say ‘Salt Life’.
It’ll say ‘Ahhhhh Life’.
But wait!
Where’s the Ahhhhh?
Where’s the lazy, hazy, crazy days of sitting around watching games shows and daytime soap operas and eating bon bons and drinking tea in the afternoon and martinis at night?
Instead of this sister chinnin’ the wag and waggin’ the bone, I’m merging and purging, mopping and chopping, dusting and busting my ass all the time.
Instead of the mister sitting with other sisters’ misters, bending ears and lending elbows, or lending ears and bending elbows…he’s bending knees and lending back and groaning in all the wrong places!
We are busier than a one armed paper hangers!
Why?
Come on you old codgers!
Fess up ya Bastids!!
The Truth!
There’s a hierarchy to retirement isn’t there.
You knew all along and never let on, that retirement is more a ‘They’re young, and not doing anything now, ask them to do it’ kind of lifestyle!
Right?
We believe this to be the case.
Being retired in your early 60s, living in (a house) and a neighborhood surrounded by 70s, 80s, 90s…means just one thing!
We are the teenagers!
And we all know what is expected of teenagers.
Ack!!!!
“Often when you think you’re at the end of something, you’re at the beginning of something else.”
– Fred Rogers
50 Shades of Gray Hair 
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