You will rarely see this specific generation with food encrusted on their clothing or a haggard head of hair pulled into an unwashed mass that can barely be called a pony tail. In fact their clothes look so superbly pressed that you can't help but be convinced that they had just spent the past hour or so ironing their outfit (news flash: they did). Necks are adorned with large chunky gold jewelery (not infant vomit)) and hair-do's look like $50 blow-outs. They aren't going to an all inclusive for a one week stay and an all-you -can-eat buffet. Why? Because they own a little place down south that they frequent for 6 months year where they've learned to cook authentic Peruvian food made with fresh ingredients that they buy once a day. And there's no apology for it either. Why should they? When someone comments "Must be nice" they aren't back peddling like most 30 somethings I know..."Oh well, we haven't had a vacation in 3 years, and WE ARE TAKING THE CHILDREN and the weather is supposed to be AWFUL this time of year so..." Retiree's are just like, "That's right. It's nice alright. Real Nice."
Retirement is where it's at!
This isn't about not having a job either. I love my work. I'm envious of their state of mind. They've done it, reveled in it, hated it, loved it and they've come out the other end knowing something that I know nothing about and will have to wait 30 years to find out. Trust me, you won't find me hanging out with my age group at a party if I can chat up a 60 something: They party more (no kids to wake up to) They drink more (Liver Schmiver) and they know things. Lots of things. But most of all? They've learned to give themselves one major hell of a break, emotionally and physically, which always seems to lead to a greater sense of their spiritual self.
Why isn't there a TV show called Sixtysomething? I'd watch it. Because for all the bliss this older generation seems to be enjoying they don't have a problem conjuring up their own set of dramas. Recently my father-in-law suggested to my mother-in-law that they should re-do their kitchen because"they maybe only have a good ten years left." My M.I.L saw right through this in under 10 seconds stating "If you think I'm renovating this kitchen for your second wife then you've got another thing coming!" This could be great prime-time drama. Of course my F.I.L laughed it off and jumped on his BMW 1200GS motorcycle which he was never allowed to ride until he hit the tender age of 60. And yes, his pants were perfectly pressed as well.
Why are we all re-inventing the wheel when it comes to how to save, live and raise our kids when there is a whole generation out there sitting pool side with all the answers? I suddenly feel like a total idiot.
So please, if you're over the age of 60 please feel free to leave great advice on this site. I will read it and hopefully learn a thing or two.
And before someone thinks or post this: Yes, I will shut up immediately and enjoy what youth I have left.
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