23 March 2012
Some personal themes get repeated a lot during our lives. Sonja says I have been talking about fucking retiring since she first started drinking with me. I still cannot wait.
Sometimes I come across people doing the sort of things retired people do that get me anticipating life after work anew. Yesterday after work the Hammer and I came across a walking club making its way along the same muddy path we often walk.
There were ten of them. Sprightly, that term we reserve for people who look old enough to be institutionalized but are not, they were. My dog greeted each of them. They coo'd in return.
I asked, "Where'd you start walking?" It was a long way away. Longer than I have walked for a few years.
When I retire I think I will join a walking club just so long as we stop for a pint on the way home. Just so people will say, "That Beer. He's a sprightly motherfucker."