Back to the Old Routine
04/14/2010
Is it ballsy to fly on the thirteenth? I don’t have a clue, being clueless as I am about things superstitious. The earth is obliterated by low hanging clouds “Govinda, Worlds Within” is blaring in my ears thanks to Bose. This is too cool! There is something to be said of the serenity flying presents me and I acknowledge I am at peace when I am in the air…most of the time.
My plans for this week fell apart early. I am heading to Columbia, South Carolina, but was supposed to be in Conway, Arkansas. I thought my original itinerary was set in stone, just prior to the Bill Cosby curse. That is when the plan turned to Jell-O and my week had to be rescheduled beginning to end, hence the seat on this United plane instead of my beloved Southwest, heading southeast instead of southwest. This job gets in the way of my personal life more and more each day. Why I love it so, I do not know.
A month ago I had every intention of hanging it up and retiring in February, 2011. Today I am committed to staying until 2012, perhaps longer. Why, you ask? Am I a friggin’ nut? I truly do not know why, and I am crazier than Charles Manson.
When I think of what I will do all day as a retiree on a modest retirement income, I begin to worry about what I will do all day as a retiree on a modest retirement income. Last month I drew my first Social Security check, and almost that same day it was announced by the government Social Security was now paying out more than it was taking in. I know it is my fault and I almost apologize for it, but then I have been paying into the system since 1960. Back to the retirement dilemma: my dream of being a geriatric porn star simply isn’t going to eventuate due to equipment failure. Farming, though an admirable vocation is not for me, but more due to a lack of equipment rather than the failure of it. Farming is also hard work, and that ain’t in my future either. It is a conundrum?
Looks as though for now I will suffer with this job for a while longer, and that’s okay. I just hope no one catches on to the fact I am having more fun than I should be allowed to have, that every day is The Best Day Ever, and I am in complete control of my universe.
And that is all I have to say about that…
Just what in the hell could cause you to postpone the most fun in your life? FEAR = False Evidence Appearing Real.
You just will have more fun retired. Period. End of discussion. The final word. As it was in the beginning, it shall be in the end, world without end amen.