When a man retires, his wife gets twice as much husband with half as much money—Chi Chi Rogriquez
Last month, I retired from my profession of thirty-eight years.
My only regret is that I didn’t do it sooner. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed taking care of the patients and I enjoyed the people I worked with.
I even, in some way, enjoyed the responsibility of it all…up to a point. That point was crossed a few years ago. The responsibility started to wear on me and I realized my time of working was soon coming to an end. Also I was not born with the best work ethic, I never whistled while I worked…for I can’t whistle.
This last couple of weeks of not having to answer an alarm in the morning has been blissful, except for some reason, now I wake up an hour before the alarm was usually set. Boy, life is a real practical joker.
Mrs. Big Surf and I also moved up north, in the winter…who does that??
We decided to live close to some of our grandchildren while they still think we are wonderful and gullible enough to believe it.
We live on a small lake in southeast Indiana. The above photo is our view for each sunset. Life is really good now, for me anyway. Mrs. Big Surf seems to have a little different take on my retirement (see above quote).
I hope I can cook more, travel more, and write more blogs… unless it feels like work.