You get to meet with your mates for a game of dominoes on the city wall, then go for a quiet drink at the bar before going home to dinner.
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I’ve sometimes seen a two or more elderly ladies sitting outside for a late afternoon spritz and no doubt a gossip, here in Venice, and thought how enviable that looks – much more fun than the equivalent in Britain! (Cup of tea in a department store?) Maybe those ladies don’t have husbands they have to cook for? 🙂
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That’ll be you in “X” years, Caroline! All retired and a cook hired …
Funny, someone changed the rules when I got to my retirement.
Uh-oh, that wasn’t fair, Hilary! 🙂
Retirement sounds like a dream….darn I didn’t win that mega lottery!
I would have been happy with a few million, I wasn’t going to be greedy…
Beautiful pictures Yvonne, I am catching up with your blog and binge reading. 🙂 Thanks for all the great posts!
Hi! Nice to hear from you, and keep buying those tickets …
With a huge garden (not my idea ) I learned very quickly that re-tired just meant to get tired all over again. Also a better retirement fund would have helped. Damn the Global Financial Crisis.
Oh, gardening … ugh.
The GFC has certainly changed things for many retired people, hasn’t it? That, and dodgy financial advisors.
Seems like a jolly good reason to retire. Actually, I can think of quite a few more…
Everyone seems to agree on the benefits of retire-dom!
These wonderful gentlemen are living the dream! What a great way to spend the day. We spent seven weeks away on our road trip and I told everyone then it was retirement practice. While others complain when they have another birthday I just see the light at the end of the retirement tunnel growing a little brighter every year. Looking forward to that time of life.
It’s a very nice part of our lives, et. How much longer do you have to wait?
Well, technically only 2.5 years but I would like to work at least part time until I’m 60. I’m lucky that I enjoy my job and work with wonderful colleagues. We’ll see…
Working part time is a great way to ease into retirement.
That’s my plan. I can’t see me having a problem walking away when the time comes though. I have so much to do…writing, quilting, crochet, gardening and travelling of course.
Well, I had a tiny bit of envy looking at those guys and thinking of their wives…and then a good chuckle at all your comments! I’ll retire in a few years and hope I can travel and garden and lie in bed in the morning…
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I hope you become a shining example of a retiring person, a.w. 🙂
I totally dread those retirement days because you can’t play dominoes the whole day. When I retire, I’d love to travel and travel and travel. Have a pleasant Friday. Don’t we all love the fact that Friday is around the corner?
Actually I’ve known some men that could play dominoes all day.
Well, I think you’d better do just that Liz. Do you have a list of places you’d like to see?
Happy weekend to you.
Wish I could retire too, think its 65 here in UK for women, my travel buddy Teresa retired last year and says she doesn’t know how she found the time to work !
I hope they don’t change the retirement age just when you get close, Julie.
I wonder what the wives are up to, besides cooking that is?
Judging by what you see on the streets, meeting their friends and having a good natter about things.
One problem with retirement: you never get a day off.
Yes, that’s a downer, Cynthia.
No matter how much you loved your job there is just something about doing what you want whenever you want!
Including spending months at a time in Venice and any other place you want to be.
People still wish me a nice weekend. Ha, I also have to look at the calendar to see what day it is and to remind me when it’s Tueasday and time for my Italian class.
Yes, two years in and I still love being retired…and no husband expecting a meal at a certain time of the day..back when I had one I taught him to cook a few simple things…..or make my favorite…reseverations!
And some days, you just don’t feel like doing anything, and that’s OK, too.
That’s probably my favorite part!
Yes, retirement is wonderful! Sheer bliss to turn over in bed in the morning rather than getting out to work. Being “paid” NOT to go to work…. Being able to take holidays when you want to. Long lazy days spent … doing nothing much.
The trick, apparently, is to run out of money the day after you fall off the perch!
All true, Andante.
My son says “The last check you write should bounce, mom.”
oh man, I can not WAIT to be retired. But the pension/retirement age keeps going up here in the UK. So really, by the time I retire and draw a State pension I will be 87. I have to work until I am 87 years young. Good grief. Nice picture BTW! 😉
Well, stay healthy, so you can enjoy your one week of retirement.
The blokes were quite happy to have their photo taken. Otherwise, I’d have had to use brute force, I guess.
Indeed. 1 week of retirement and then I croak. So glad that you did not use any brute force. Massive relief. 😉
What a nice way to pass a few hours, eh? (While the missus is at home scrubbing, cooking, ironing, etc.)
You get to meet with your mates for a game of dominoes on the city wall, then go for a quiet drink at the bar before going home to dinner. … prepared by your wife. I’ve noticed this in Spain and Italy, you only see groups of men shooting the breeze. The women have to carry on doing what they’ve always done. It’s not fair, I know, but I’m glad I’m a bloke!
You’ve heard of reincarnation, haven’t you, Bert? You blokes are coming back as women and vice versa. (Insert wicked chuckle.)
Here I am 🙂 I love being retired! I tell everyone who isn’t they don’t know what they’re missing and they should retire just as soon as they can. They generally look at me like I’m bonkers! 🙂 .
Do you still look forward to week-ends? What is that all about, we were so programmed for all those years to yearn for those 2 days, I guess.
No, I no longer know what day of the week it is and every day is Sunday. I have to watch my diary carefully to make sure I don’t miss appointments – or putting the bins out for the rubbish collectors. I have one friend I meet most days when we walk our dogs who greets me with the day of the week because she knows I will say at some point ‘What day is it?’ 🙂
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The days of the week have always been colors, in my mind, so I still remember them. Today, for example, is a reddish bronze, so I know it must be Thursday.
That’s so cool, Cynthia! What colour is Sunday?
Bright yellow, of course!
Ah so you are indeed a rare bird – a synaesthete as well as a poet!! And you will never have to ask what day it is!
And, welcome, contented crafter!
There has to be some advantage when getting old…
These blokes had the secret, for sure.
And you get to blog 🙂
There is that, Derrick-Bruce. I must hustle over to yours and find out about the mailman …
It’s a privilege to be confused with Derrick!!
I keep doing that, don’t I, Bruce-Derrick? It must be because you both have such darn good blogs, it’s nothing to do with my lack of attention to detail.
We get like that as the years pass, Cynthia!!!!!! Pauline!!!!!! Lisa!!!!!! Bianca!!!!!!
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