Guest blog by a 39 year old who is ready to retire
What do you mean I have to go to work tomorrow?
I’m sitting here in my brand new recliner, crocheting a scarf for my niece—bless her heart. I think she’ll like it. I think I might take a break soon and call in to this radio talk show. I’ve got a very interesting story about how things were so much better back in the olden days when I was a kid, back in the 80’s.
Then I’ll have a nice dinner—4:30 is a little late for me to be eating, but I think I’ll be OK. Then Jeopardy and the Wheel will be on at 5, and then I think it’s off to bed for me. I had a full, busy day of walking up the block and back, and talking to my neighbor Edna about her poodle Fluffy. She’s having some kind of poodle skin problems, poor dear.
I also called up the hot tub installation people—after I looked around for an hour and finally found my reading glasses, the pesky things! I’m thinking of putting a hot tub in my son’s room (that will feel so nice on these tired old bones). He hasn’t moved out yet because he’s only 7, but I think it will all work out OK.
I should also call about my Social Security—I haven’t gotten any checks in the mail yet. I wonder what the hold up is?
I have been thinking about buying an RV and taking my Chihuahua on a cross-country trip. I’m sure Peanut would love to see Mount Rushmore. And, since I am not in any hurry, I can go about 30 miles an hour on the freeway the whole way. Ah…..I’m going to love being retired…..