Retirement, Come To Me!

I want to be retired. Not tired, I'm that already. It's been a hot summer and we've been working longer hours. I mean retired as in I don't have to go to work. When I was a teenager, I hoped that I would die before I turned fifty, because I didn't want to end up some old coot sitting in a rocking chair all day doing nothing. That's what I thought people did when they turned fifty. I wish it was. That rocking chair is sounding pretty good these days. Now that my wife has a laptop, we could sit out on the porch (we don't have a porch but that's how I picture retired people: In a rocking chair on the porch) and hand it back and forth so we can check our e-mail and blog till the cows come home. We don't have any cows, either.

Don't get me wrong- I'm glad I can contribute to society and be a productive citizen and everything but man, I sure enjoy those days off. That would leave a lot more time for fishing. They say money can't buy you happiness, but I think you can retire earlier if you have more money, and I think that would make me happy. As they say, "If" is the middle word in life.