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I’m 57, much too young to retire, but curious to see what it’s like. Monday morning, I texted my partners and said, “I am playing hooky today.” Since opening our firm 14 years ago, I’ve probably worked more than I should, but I still felt guilty about my day off.
Being a checklist person, I developed a to-do list for my day:
As I was preparing to sleep in, Cathy paraded the dogs into the bedroom and asked if they wanted to go on a “WALK“. Predictably, all 3 retrievers were on the bed in a matter of seconds and “NO” was simply not an option. I started the day strong with a long walk and a healthy breakfast.
Cathy left for work, and unsupervised things deteriorated quickly. I made not one, but two junk food journeys to the store. Cold cereal and animal crackers are my weakness. I devoured my snacks while counting our neighbor’s car trips (3 boys all with active sports schedules), and before I knew it, I was becoming the nosy neighbor. Missing human interaction, I had to force myself not to greet the mailman when he swung through the cul-de-sac.
After my nap, I found the French Open at Roland Garros on TV, the exoticness of Paris in the spring mesmerized me. By 1:30pm I was bored and started waiting for Cathy’s return and wondered why the office hadn’t called me (apparently, I’m not as essential as I thought). Finally, at 3:00pm, Cathy returned and like the dogs, I was overly eager to greet her.
We headed right to the courts for our tennis match. Being winless at mid-season with my men’s geriatric league, I was very eager for victory. During warm-ups, the cold cereal started rising to the surface and after the first game, the Animal Crackers joined in on the journey! I was in trouble and Cathy was playing well, and leading by a couple games. After slamming a shot right at my head (despite her apologies, I know it wasn’t an accident) Cathy tweaked her wrist. I convinced her she needed rest to prevent an injury (I tried to declare victory but was quickly denied).
I finished the day strong by taking Cathy to see Elton John’s Rocket Man. I scored points for splurging on popcorn and earned bonus points for not falling asleep! You can find my review towards the end of this post.
To summarize my scorecard:
I confirmed the retirement stereotype of men: