
Originally Posted by
RetiredRR
Someone said everyday was Saturday, except for Sunday. I really don't care which Saturday it is as long as it ain't the one following Sunday. Only because it used to be
called Monday and I'll not live long enough to forget that. Today I got ready to take the trash out in the morning for pick up...........and tomorrow is my second Saturday
of this week. Everyday is a fun day. I enjoyed my work when I was working, but don't really miss it. Once every 3 months we have a dinner at a restaurant and a dozen
or more of the fellers I worked with show up and shoot the bull over a meal. Once a year we have a large gathering of retired folks we meet with and have a catered
lunch with door prizes and fellowship. Some of them folks have gone on to their rewards and some just get another year older. Wife worked with all of them and I
worked with most of them. A different kind of retirement experience I never expected to be a part of.