Having Fun - Wish You Were Here

Life can be like an on vacation postcard sent to friends back home:  Easy.  Carefree.  Exciting.  Interesting.  Funny.  Like sitting on the beach and enjoying the feel of your feet sifting through the sand.  Kind of like that. 

Wifey senses that Bob is having fun and enjoying himself.  He's on permanent vacation.  That's what she said this morning.  Wifey also said that Bob always finds something to do.  Bob putters.  He works at stuff, he thinks a lot, loves going out to the boat even if it's only to sit on the stern rail and enjoy a sandwich and a beer, he plays with the dogs, cooks a meal here and there (Gracie says that Papa's cooking is so yummy that he should open a restaurant) and takes time to read three newspapers front to rear every day.  Watching Imus in the Morning on the Fox financial channel is an every day priority for Bob . . . lots to learn about in this world by  just sitting there watching while sipping coffee and downing a bagel.

So as not to be called a lazy ass Bob takes on a lot of chores.  There's definitely no ass sitting time for him.  Bob's taken over cleaning and mopping the kitchen and family room floor tile, emptying the dishwasher, mowing the lawn, grooming the shrubbery, keeping the home fires burning.....gads, the still more and the list could be endless.  Bob also watches over the finances and the management of the rental properties.

People often ask, "Well Bob, what are you doing in retirement?"  And I often answer, "I'm busy with a lot of things.  The time goes so quickly I really don't know any one thing that takes up my time."  I am sometimes asked to work doing short and long term work.  My response, "Sorry, I just don't have the time to take on a job."

I wonder how all of these things that I do now got done during the time that I worked six days a week, 12 plus hours a day.  Wifey says that if she or someone else didn't do them they didn't get done. One thing for certain:  My life was not my own.

It's satisfying keeping busy with stuff that matters at home and not at work.  It's pretty cool.

The next time someone asks me what I'm doing now I'll come back with, "Having fun, wish you were here."

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.


BTW:  The photo taken off of the back patio of the Vinca that covers our hillside.  It's in bloom meaning Spring is here.