Counting the Days

Unless you’ve been living in a cave somewhere in the world, you’re more than aware of the daily headlines here in the US.  And, by daily headlines I mean the never-ending O.M.G. when will it end presidential election.

As we sat in our assigned cubicle talking with the social security representative I looked at Abi and thought, “Wait! What?! How did we get here?”

Never let it be said that there is not a lot to shout about when it comes to points programs.  Abi and I have been working the points programs for years (and years).  And I talk about Hilton so much that maybe one day the company’s powers-to-be will pay me to stay with them!  Ha!

I can’t be 60-years-old.  I simply cannot be 60.  Six-oh-no!  When did it happen?  How the hell did it happen?  I remember my mother at 60.  Sixty was my mother, not me.  Sixty sounds so old. But, the day has arrived. No matter how I fought it. It arrived. Today.  My birthday.  Can I just skip this day?

We’re about to ring in 2016.  For the life of me I’ve never understood the hype over ringing in a new year.  Over a million people in Times Square?!  I’ll pass.  Home in front of the fireplace watching a classic movie, munching popcorn and popping a bottle of bubbly at midnight (if we’re still awake) is what I call a good idea.

Just how many baby boomers are there? How many are retiring and/or gearing up for retirement?  Ready for this? “…Data from the U.S. Census Bureau show that there are 76.4 million baby boomers.”

This whole concept of so-called retirement has me fascinated.  I’m someone who likes to shake it up every few years and I’ve always embraced change.  My journey thus far usually found me focused for about 5 years and then when finding myself becoming complacent, I would ache to change direction.

The Monday after Thanksgiving.  Cyber Monday.  Are you shopping online today while eating a turkey sandwich? I just finished off the last piece of pumpkin pie. So good.

I caught the gist of the phrase based on what I was hearing on the news, but I have to admit I still went to everyone’s back-up source and Googled the term.

We’ve been living the life of retirement – or as we like to call it living carefree – for 1 year and 25 days or so the daily ticker on the blog tells me. But I don’t yet know what that means – retirement. I have no idea.