At this, the three-month point of retirement life, I’m starting to get a real feel for the ins and outs; the pros and cons; the good, the bad and the squeamishly butt-ugly.
I can’t tell you all the secrets (I’d have to kill you and don’t think I couldn’t, with the expired dairy products in my frig) but I can offer you a glimpse into what it’s like to have your husband of thirty-six years unemployed and home all day, and not because he’s unskilled and just out of rehab; but because you both thought it sounded like a swell idea for him to retire early.
And it is swell. Seriously. For us, the timing was right, despite the fact that we’re both fairly immature and probably don’t deserve to have all this unsupervised time on our hands outside of the yard in prison.
It’s swell. [Read more…] about Retirement. Aaaand scene