veryone told me this would happen. “After you retire,” they assured me, “you won’t have any time.” For most of the office workers, I discounted this. I mean, what do they know? But I was hearing it from the retirees too.
And yes, I know I’m a pretty busy guy. Trains. Astronomy. Writing. Reading. Travelling. Game Design. Watching damn series on Hulu and Netflix. Yeah, I knew I’d be a bit busy. But then it happened. I retired.
So now I’m working that those things and finding I haven’t a spare minute. I’m getting ready to get my old layout running. And the National Model Railroad Association needed desperate help to edit the quarterly deadline. And now a friend wants me to join a charity that restores bicycles for the needy. And I’ve got a new game idea I’m working on. And the cats. And the wife. And the world.
Those three-times-a-week 30-mile bike spins really do take a bite out of the day.
And lunches – lots of lunches with lots of still-working coworkers.
I’ve also discovered a nest of retirees all around Florida who hold operation sessions on their layouts on weekdays. News of my dispatcher abilities have quickly spread. Invites are coming in.
I’ve actually needed to get a monthly planner. I’ve always poo-pooed these, but now I need one. Fortunately doing these Dog Ears on Thursdays is ingrained into my soul so I don’t need to write them in.
Funny thing – JB and I were out for errands and stopped in our hole-in-the-wall pizza joint to grab the lunch specials. Chatting with the cook in the back and he told me his dad retired, lasted three months, then went back to his old job and started working again.
That frightens me, both that people could be that directionless and that if it had happened to me, there was no job to go back to. FedEx vivisectioned my position and gave it to three people – my boats were burned on that beach.
Now, pardon me – I have to post this up, take a shower, clean my CPAP machine, text a friend for lunch, call three other people, do lunch, clean the layout, buy batteries for the train boosters, and maybe work on my computer game. Oh, and take an under-the-stars walk with the wife before bed.
So much to do…