On a day like today, I appreciate retirement.
I didn’t shovel until 10 am., after the plows had been by and right after the city finally came by to suck up the piles of leaves on neighborhood boulevards.
Yes, after ignoring my street for two weeks, they finally got around to retrieving the snow and rain-soaked leaf piles. I felt sorry for the guy working the vacuum. I wonder if they toss a coin to see which guy stays in the truck.
You’d think, being retired, that I would have gone back in the house after clearing the driveway and sidewalks, but I actually checked out an outdoor auction. I only stayed about an hour because the merchandise wasn’t that great. But still, it feels like a tough thing to do to stand outside in a parka bidding on wrenches and assorted hardware.
I’d like to say I then came home and got a lot done. Instead, I settled in to read a thriller.
Hey, I’m retired. That’s what retired folks do.
Maybe if I get up before 9 a.m. tomorrow, I’ll do a load of laundry and work in a trip to the library.