Lunch with MRE and MRS at noon today where the subject of retirement was discussed. The subject of retirement is one of those subjects you discuss without really doing anything about it, except MRS has been running the numbers and I, slothful I, am considering the same. If there were a light on the horizon, a whisper of something interesting (the hell with exciting, I've had it to here with exciting) on the horizon I suspect I'd jump too. By running the numbers I don't mean anything more than filling out a spreadsheet with half accurate estimates of income and expense. How much for health? (Ouch!) How much for housing? (Ouch!) How much for cheeseburgers and cameras? Not unlike doing your taxes, this budget stuff. I'm not altogether good about doing my taxes. Then there's the old “how long are you going to live”? You hope long, but if it were to be short, well, times a wasting!
Is he really seriously considering retirement?
Yeah, probably. Everybody's thinking of retiring. One member of our loose band of malcontents is moving to Mexico to retire in what must be his late forties or early fifties. The swine. Mexico, though. I'm not so good with my Spanish.
Then again the U.S. Sports Car Invitational at Laguna Seca is starting the 29th and I have a ticket. A first step up off my butt and out of my comfort zone (as MSW would say) into a world not altogether dominated by mind numbing surroundings.
Maybe you should stroll the streets of Oakland later in the evenings if you crave excitement.
Now, now. Be nice. We like it here in Oakland. If you asked me what's the deal with the U.S. Sports Car Invitational I could not tell you. Something about cars with wings, big horsepower and lots of traction taking the curves. I know there will be crowds milling around futzing with their cars and partying well into the night lending themselves to photographs. Many photographs. Could be a total bomb, of course, but you don't know until you find out. I've had similar thoughts about the local pony track. Somebody suggested we go, we have a mutual friend who likes the ponies. I only know about race tracks from movies, what kind of photo ops might I find? See? See how it's all happening?
They'd be more impressed if you went ahead with your thoughts of attending next year's Carnaval in Rio.
Rio with the robbers and the kidnappers (and the nekkid young ladies decked out in feathers)? Fat chance.