Some things seem to get better when they are left alone to just sit there, age and do nothing. I know I am. Non-imaginary things like cheese, wine and beer do the same thing, and in the process loosen hidden characteristics which make them rich and much to be desired (just like me also). Mellowing-out is a time to enrich your life; kick-back, chill, find your groove and relax.
I do that every night for a few hours. Sure feels nice, tuning everything out, listening to music – whole albums in their entirety. The Wife doesn’t mind. She’s busy reading Irish detective novels or playing spider solitaire on the computer. Works for me. Must work for her.
The one thing all the mutual fund companies don’t tell ya when you’re planning for retirement is how much time you’re gonna end up spending with you spouse, especially if she’s retired too. (Spouse can refer to men or women, for it’s a gender neutral or sexless term, and the longer you’ve been a “spouse”, the more sexless it becomes). Both of you are gonna be home…all the time.
Sometimes I think, “I gotta get outta the house”. The Wife probably thinks the same thing too. Maybe that’s why I still work, or more accurately go to work. It’s not like I love what I’m doing or anything. It’s just a place to go, and, see other people (even if they are former co-workers who I can’t stand). Our solution is to allow each other time with their friends. She gets to go out with “the girls”, and I get to hang-out with my buddies, even go on fishing trips.
I don’t know what got me on to all of that. Time to re-commence mellowing out, and listen to some Jethro Tull.