It’s a beautiful Thursday morning and I have
goals:
1. Sign up for an Old-Guy Yoga class.
2. Sign up for Piano lessons.
Yeah, I know how that sounds: "Old Guy Retires, Wanders Aimlessly, Decides To Go Fishing."
Shut up, all of you. |
Shut up, all of you. The J-O-B isn’t coming back. I had floated the idea of staying around part time for awhile, something low key to help ease me into the life of old-guy leisure. It doesn’t appear they’re going make that happen, so it's we're ending this career COLD TURKEY, BABY.
I was disappointed at first (was I kinda hurt? Just a little?) but in the end I find I'm okay with this development. Idleness suits me. It turns out I don’t actually want to work anymore. I have no intention of seeking another job anytime soon. Okay, ever.
3. Sign up for Obamacare.
I'll fit right in ! |
I would have been compelled to either keep working for employer provided health insurance, or face the prospect of being uninsured until Medicare kicked in. Four years is a long time to go without healthcare coverage, particularly at this age.
So, THANKS, Obama! THANKS, Pelosi! THANKS, Democrats!
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