I have been thinking about what retirement will be like. Not the money, or the schedule or the to-do lists, or the relaxation or the clothes or the time...but what will my state of mind be?
The other day I was waiting for my Aunt to pick me up. I went to a ball game to see my cousin's son play ball. I knew I went downstairs early, but I wanted to be out waiting plenty of time, because I knew we were cutting it close to be there at start of game. A man also staying in the extended stay started chatting...all I can say about him is that he is good at coaxing. Anyone who gets to know me has to be a little bit patient. I am not an unfriendly person...I am just not great at small talk. I don't really care about it. So, I don't really do it too much. When the man asked me my name, I told him and mentioned my husband's name...because he had seen us together and I wanted him to get to know my DH too. DH and I both have very diff approaches to friends...more on this later. The man's name is Bill, which is funny because DH and I know 2 other very talkative Bill's.
