Day Fifty-Four

Here is the latest on my retirement, a mostly dull subject of little interest to anyone except me and on occasion my wife.  This is day fifty-four of the event.

I took a trip and when driving down the highway I was forced to pass numerous Buicks on the right, guess where I was going?  When I got there, I noticed when you passed a car all you could see of the driver were two hands at 10 and 2 on the wheel…let’s hope they had a periscope.   You guessed it; I went to Florida, land of average speeds of 22 and ten year old Lincoln Continentals. Unfortunately, my timing was a bit off, the day after I returned home I had to shovel 14″ of snow.

I came very close to having dinner at 4:00 while in Florida, but the date was cancelled. I did go to Disney however and diligently paid my money to wait in line fifty minutes for an eight minute ride. I also played golf a few times in Florida freezing my butt off in the process, but keeping a sharp eye out for alligators keeps your mind off the weather.

A highlight was golf at Century Village, the original senior enclave for retirement living.  It reminded me a great deal of my trip to Russia, almost as depressing and with similar 1950s architecture.  There was one benefit though; I was the youngest person on the course.  You have to watch yourself there if you are a man, can drive at night, still breathing and upright (no pun intended) as there are seasoned cougar’s on the prowl, one nearly ran in front of my golf cart…I was flattered.

Every day that passes makes it harder to remember what day of the week it is.  I am grounded in Sunday because that is the day my wife goes to church, but other than that, I have no clue.  No, that is not true.  I remember Tuesdays, that’s the day I get a 10% discount at King’s supermarket and on Wednesday the local bakery gives 25% off to seniors.  This past Wednesday I was at the bakery and asked if I was going to get the discount, the young woman asked if I was a senior, I smiled and held out my hands as if in prayer, she laughed and took 25% off the price of my cannoli. Try as I may to avoid it, it is a foregone conclusion that I am a senior.

I Twitter and I have a Facebook account and I try not to ramble on either…it’s not easy given some of the material I am given to work with.

I have to say there is one thing I miss not going to work, that’s my routine of oatmeal for breakfast and a salad for lunch.  Now you may ask why I cannot have oatmeal for breakfast and a salad for lunch at home, damn if I know.  Rummaging through the fridge is too tempting.

Well, I am off to shovel snow…again.  That is another advantage of not working you can wait until you damn well please to shovel.