Hens age gracefully
As the moment where I can stop working and start living not working draws closer, I do enjoy watching how the subject is handled elsewhere. I mean, thirty odd years into the employed thing has to be worth something. Not according to a provincial study group that claims more than 60% of my fellow citizens have no retirement savings. Scary! Going from “living pay cheque to pay cheque” to “living with no pay cheque” is tough. Of course, the richest man in the province, who retired one month ago from his paying gig, has been appointed to the provincial electrical authority. He will voluntarily work without pay. After all, it’s about the power!
I also take note of the things that people do in their elder years. The financial planners who show large sailboats, or clambering up a pyramid. Closer to my own heart, the commercial that shows an idyllic life with a dog, and sunflowers, and chickens. Yes, like this:
Mind, I couldn’t find a recent photo. But hens age gracefully, and then they make soup.
Trying to prepare for a few days away from the house, and the pressing question is technology. How much do I need to keep me sane. In theory, I can post via my smartphone, but the typing speed is glacial. I can bring along that handy Bluetooth keyboard, but it weighs almost as much as a netbook, which does so much more. And the smartphone will need to be charged, every day, and I can do that with the netbook, but not the keyboard… some decisions get made for you, don’t they?
