This fall, I will have been retired for three years! Occasionally, I think about finding a part time job. I'd like to be able to buy the tech toys I bought when I still worked. Is that enough to motivate me to return to work... No!
Yes, a retiree does have to remember to change his underwear frequently!
The ladies have been reminding me of this quite frequently. I do have a tendency to let my grooming go. While I was playing organ for Mass a couple of weeks ago, I stood up to do the "Peace be with you" routine with a pretty (but past middle aged) red headed Irish woman, and she gave me a bit of hell about my attire. I was dressed, as usual, in sweats, and I'd probably slept in them.
"I mean, come on," she said. "It's church."
She still suggested that we ought to get together. So, the ladies still find me attractive and want me to present myself well. (I don't want to get too pumped up about the old lady attention. The men are dying off, and the old ladies are running out of options!)
The best thing about retirement is that I live full time in my house in the mountains about Woodstock. For almost 40 years, my life was split between New York City and Woodstock. While that was very exciting, it also left me strung out and never fully rooted in one place. Now, I have set up my house precisely as I would like it to be, and I keep working on creating an environment that pleases and represents me.
Do I miss the hubbub of the city? Not that often.
It is so quiet and remote at my little cabin in the woods. I've been resting. My life was so full of adventure, romance, excitement and tragedy for 45 years. I didn't miss out on a thing.