Humor – Retirement-The Snark Side

Signs You’re Past Your Prime

You should realize you’re past your prime when: 1…you pull out a T-shirt from your drawer with the logo of your daughter’s 3rd grade soccer club from 2003 and the word COACH on the back, and wear it anyway, usually underneath a sweat shirt commemorating some event from the 1980’s 2…you can’t recall the dayContinue reading “Signs You’re Past Your Prime”

Signs You’re Past Your Prime

MY NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTIONS

It’s that time of year, and since I haven’t been invited to any New Year’s Eve parties, what else can I do but muddle through some resolutions I’ve been thinking about. 1. A teacher at my high school told me that I should become president of the United States. (Well in truth she told thatContinue reading “MY NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTIONS”

I apologize

I was preparing an apology to my friends and acquaintances who, like me, haven’t reached the age of 75. For some reason, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention chose 75 as the cutoff age for early Covid-19 vaccinations. I was convinced that I was partly responsible for this decision. You see, I’ve always beenContinue reading “I apologize”

Trying for Perfection: Exercise Boot Camp and Yoga

I guess I’ve been taking a little break. But I’m back, with another letter I wrote to my daughter, Lydia, during the memoir class that didn’t lead to a memoir. Maybe it’ll strike a chord . . . Dear Lydia: You’re certainly aware of my deep aversion to and dread of anything relating to retirementContinue reading “Trying for Perfection: Exercise Boot Camp and Yoga”

Planning for Retirement or “I know! I’ll take piano lessons!”

In my memoir class I wrote a series of letters to my daughter Lydia about my non-Dad life. Some touched on my “planning” for retirement, like the one below. Dear Lydia: Oh, the things we do in our quest for the perfect retirement. I didn’t want to be totally unprepared, so while I was workingContinue reading “Planning for Retirement or “I know! I’ll take piano lessons!””

I Never Knew Eight Hours Could Last Sooo Long

For 45 years, give or take a month or two, my life meandered through blocks of time, rarely changing from day to day. First, there was “get ready for work,” followed by “commute to work,” then spend the morning “working.” Halfway through the day there was a miniscule block for “lunch,” or “errands,” or, tooContinue reading “I Never Knew Eight Hours Could Last Sooo Long”