Retirement Looming

   So I'm 4 working days away from full on retirement. I never thought I would ever be able to Not Work. *shrug* I'll find out if it's possible in about 3 months. That's how long it will be before I have cycled through 2 months of bills with only my Social Security allotment. The $$ I'll get from retiring (after 10 yrs with the govt) is almost nothing, really. A few hundred dollars, if that much. AND, it may take 90 days or so to collect (or wait for it to be deposited.)

  Friends ask me if I'm scared of not having a job and collecting a paycheck. I tell them I'm excited about not having to work! I've been poor while fully employed, so to be poor and NOT have to work should be quite a different animal. The way I see it, I will be forced to eat healthier and less. I'm planning on going back to the gym that I've been paying for and not using for years. I expect my muscles will be sore to start with, but I will have the time to take it easy and recuperate.

  I'll also save gas money. My world will shrink down to a radius of about 10 miles.

  Will I get bored? Probably not right away. There are too many little things to do around the house first. Clean out the closets. Clean out drawers. Get rid of a ton of paperwork. Might have to pay someone to shred it all. I think FedEX or the UPS store does that. Get rid of JUNK. My son called my place "The Knickknack Shack." 

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