Retirement at sixty-five is ridiculous. When I was
sixty-five I still had pimples.
The decision that was sort of hard to take that I referred to in my last post was BG's to make.
I really wasn't all that surprised to learn of his decision when he sat down with me to discuss what had been on his mind one day.
He had said for a year or more that he would retire the first of this year. When it really came down to the last few months, he said he just wasn't ready. I already knew that he has always loved his job. Everyone should have a job that they love as much as he does his. So, I've known that retiring would be hard for him to do.
But, selfishly, I was disappointed. I had already envisioned the things we could get done and had planned, in my dreams, of a few trips we could take. We would be more inclined to get in those daily walks. Oh, so many things I had dreamed of and now they were going to have to wait. Two more years.
He said he wanted to work 2 more years. Now, we all know how fast time flies and 2 years doesn't seem like a long time. Except when you get older, though, there is always that little worry that something might happen and retirement won't be quite what you had pictured.
In two years, BG will have worked 40 years as a lineman. In spite of a mild heart attack a few years ago, he says he feels just as good as he did 4-5 years ago and he isn't ready to stay home and nap all day in front of the TV. Of course, I had to tell him that it wasn't all that bad, except in my case it is falling asleep over a laptop.
I enjoy waking up and not having to go to work.
So I do it three or four times a day.
Those of you that have retired...do you wish you had worked longer or quit sooner?
Happy Wednesday to you!