An Old Fart Living The Dream

In less than two weeks, I'll be 70 years old. Many people, including relatives, friends, co workers and customers, have said that now is the time to slow down, relax or just chill out. Are they bloody crazy?

To those people, I say, "You clowns don't know what the hell you're talking about. I'm living the dream!". We oldies all have different ideas of what "the dream" is. For some it's taking a sea cruise, becoming a grey nomad, sleeping, eating and drinking your life away, gardening or even sky diving. It is a very personal thing and whatever dream we choose is OK. It's our dream. We neither want nor need your opinions. Rant ended.

The dream that I'm living is really simple.

I work part time in a retail environment which keeps me physically active, more or less mentally alert and provides constant interaction with work mates and customers, all of whom I constantly take the piss out of. Is it a perfect environment? Does it pay a great salary? Is it mentally challenging? Does it provided scope for advancement (At my age? Are you crazy?), The answer to all those questions is a resounding NO! Would I change anything? No way, it amuses the hell out of me!

I'm happily married and even my ex wife is one of my closest friends. I spend my free time repairing broken things, building stuff for my wife's garden, playing my drums, reading, writing this inane blog and sharing my opinions with all and sundry.

Having written all this, I reserve the right to change the dream I choose to live, without notice.