- Sit on the couch all day.
- Sit on Facebook all day.
- Go back to work.
- Complain about your old bones (and other body parts).
- Complain about frickin anything. (You’re retired. Shut up.)
This morning, bright and early (9:45), we fought our way through morning rush hour
to get on the Funitel at Squaw Valley
and finally to work.
Of course, we have to have a lunch break. All employees are entitled to that. Excellent fish and chips, stew, and beer at The Auld Dubliner in Squaw Valley:
You are so right. It looks like you not only figured out the secret of retirement but also life.
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Thanks, Brick! Checked out your blog. So I’m especially flattered as you, too, have retirement dialed in.
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I look forward to flunking retirement some day soon. Love the humor. And I am enjoying the skiing photos, even though I’m a klutz and you’d never find me actually out there. I’m just living vicariously through you. Ha!
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Hi Denise,
Thanks for dropping by. I’m glad you like the skiing pictures. It’s great to know a non-skier can enjoy the pictures and experiences.
You inspire me all the time. It’s because of you this blog exists.
Your writing buddy forever, (WBF? Why not?),
Nia
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