Before I retired, I had read (several times) about men who suddenly had all this time on their times and couldn’t handle it. I guess the death rate for newly-retired men is higher than one would expect.
All I can say is that I would like to find the person that has all my extra time on his (or her) hands. So far I haven’t seen all that spare time I was told to expect.
Of course some of this is my fault. Since I retired Betsy and I have landscaped our yard and started growing roses. So I can understand that I have more to do during warm weather.
But now it’s winter and there is very little to do outside. I’ll admit I sleep a little later in the mornings than I did while I was working, but I stay up later at night. Household chores don’t take up any more time than they did while I was working.
Before I retired I dreamed of having time to read. I don’t get one issue of my newsmagazine read before the next one arrives. I started a history book three months ago and still haven’t finished it. (This from a guy who used to read a book in a single day). My stamp newspapers are piling up in my inbox — unread.
I have made pages for my stamp albums and mounted the stamps, but I’ve received just as many new stamps. I have converted old LPs to CDs, but still have a couple hundred to do. I’ve also worked on digitizing my old slides, but I’m still stuck in the 1990s.
Of course, I’ve started blogging, but, hey, a guy has to have some fun!!
I could tell you more, but I don’t have time.
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