While I have established that retirement is the best gig ever, I haven’t explained why.
We had lunch with some old friends today who are facing the constriction of their world: two vital, active, interesting people who are finding it more and more difficult to negotiate the highways of everyday living. While they are still interesting and active, they are a glimpse of our future.
When we parted, I said “This is prime time for us, between retirement and decrepitude.”
We have attended more memorial services this year than in the past 10 years put together. A slightly older friend called it “the curse of a long life.”
Between now and decrepitude, I want to do it all, or as much as the good Lord allows in the time allotted. There are books to read, knitting projects to do, people to spend time with, parties to attend, and a big world still largely unexplored. I figure I have maybe 10, 15, if I’m really lucky, 20 years left.
This is prime time. Right now Gary and I are blessed with pretty good health (and health insurance), a reasonable retirement fund, time, and the desire to enjoy these years to the fullest.
Yesterday I hosted a lunch with three former co-workers–ladies who lunch. It was sweet and we had a lovely catch-up. In the evening we saw a play, “The Christians,” at Hyde Park Theater. Today, lunch with our friends. Tomorrow, a going-away party for some dear friends who are moving to New Mexico.
In a few months we’ll have a party to celebrate my 70th birthday. And I do mean celebrate!
In the meantime, I’ve succumbed to a fad and added a touch of color to my otherwise “beige” look, to go with my purple glasses. We saw many older women with pink or blue or purple streaks in London in summer ’13, so I’m actually behind the times.