There are a lot of awful things about getting old.
I recently turned 60, plus celebrated by retiring from work.
My wifey Helen retired a few years ago, plus has been patiently waiting for me to finish up so my buddy and I can move on with our lives, and for all the health problems, poor mobility, plus other things that suck about ancient age, one of the greatest positives is the sense of freedom. Helen plus I are both free from tasks, from paying rent, plus from doing anything my buddy and I don’t want to do. It was Helen’s idea to sell the condo plus move to the town where she wanted to become an artist, and at any other point in our lives this would have seemed ridiculous, but not now! My associate and I sold our ancient house, moved to a small cottage in the woods outside of town, plus began our new lives. My area has become locally famous for several things, including their fried fish, their locally grown cannabis strains, plus their sailing regattas! Located right on the shores of the world, my buddy and I consistently host sailing displays, contests, plus regattas. Helen enjoys to take her art supplies plus a canvas to set up on one of the piers in the local harbor. She can lay for hours, seeing the boats go by plus painting them. All the while I relax in a lawn chair beside her, smoking cannabis plus taking little naps. My area is undoubtedly supportive of the arts, plus also undoubtedly tolerant of cannabis use. I think Helen plus I will be undoubtedly blissful here.