<p>loslobos, have you walked those little hilly paths in Berkeley??? ;)</p>
<p>Hilly little paths? Psh. What CAN’T you do in Colorado?</p>
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<p>And living alone without wife is part of that dream…?</p>
<p>Living comfortably in a 1920’s bungalow a few blocks from the beach in Florida. I see my dh going off scuba diving or sailing, while I wave happily from the garden. After a few go-rounds with the machete (hey, climate change…), I head inside to write a chapter of my new book. When he comes back, we head down for a quiet dinner in our usual spot, planning the trip we’ll be taking to whichever island has struck his fancy. But first, we must go visit our daughter (and family) on her luxury farm up north while she’s home from her globe-trotting career. Our health is good, our love is strong, our peace of mind outstanding.</p>
<p>Diving with my camera 5 days a week. Living simple on a Caribbean island.</p>
<p>H and I are living in our house on the river, nestled amongst the trees covering the riverbank of the inner banks of NC. After reading the newspaper over breakfast on our screened porch overlooking the marshy woodlands across the water, we’ll go down to our dock and get in our kayaks and paddle the peaceful creek that leads deep into the silent woods. </p>
<p>On our return, we’ll rest on the deck by the water reading good books until we feel motivated to move. Then we’ll climb in our boat and motor across the river to the historical riverfront town there and eat a light lunch in a restaurant by the water. After lunch we’ll stroll the streets antique shopping before returning to our river house.</p>
<p>In the evenings after dinner (we call it it supper here), we’ll swing on the porch, wave at the neighbors walking by, and talk about where our next trip should be (boating to the OBX or a mountain trip for hiking?) and when we’ll see our boys, one of whom will be commanding a Naval vessel somewhere on the planet and the other who will live within an hour or so of us. He comes by frequently with his wife and kids who just love to visit their grandparents at the river and we are still in good enough physical shape to really have fun with them.</p>
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<p>No, she’s there. I just doubt whether she’d be interested in spending her days digging out Roman latrines.</p>
<p>great question … I would love to have a 2 step retirement</p>
<p>Step 1 - get enough money to quit industry jobs and work in youth sports with somewhat short hours … and the ability to visit our kids often</p>
<p>Step 2- quit for good … stay where we are near Boston for food and night time stuff, travel often around the country and occasionally around the world, volunteer locally a lot, and be a MAJOR part of my grandkids lives while not getting in my kids way.</p>
<p>This is my retirement.</p>
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<p>tsdad - </p>
<p>No, that’s MY retirement.</p>
<p>Walks along the creek</p>
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<p>My wife’s dream of retirement: we sell everything we own, move to the country of her birth, live there among her family, I fully learn the language; we travel often and I finally learn to talk with her a lot and tell her many jokes.</p>
<p>Me: retire? Sure, but how?</p>
<p>Coureur: you’re already out of date. Blue shirts are replaicng the blue vests.</p>
<p>dad,
“I finally learn to talk with her a lot and tell her many jokes” – is it necessary to be retired to do that?</p>
<p>I adore this thread, reading about peoples’ happiest dreams.</p>
<p>A few things must happen before I (moi, me) can retire. First, my clergy husband must retire from congregational life and get an unlisted phone number. I’d spend no more energy pretending to be clueless re: congregational politics. No more demurring at hints that his sermons are too long or too Left - ha! as if I’d ever pass along such triangulating messages to wreck our romantic evenings. </p>
<p>We’d still belong to the congregation, because in fact these are the nicest people ever. But we’d finally sit together at services. We’d never criticize the
new young rabbi or tsk-tsk if their children ran in the halls just like real kids. </p>
<p>Hopefully, the 8-year-old guinea pigs will die peacefully. The trusty dog our youngest brought into our lives can stay. I need him and like him (what a good boy, yes you ARE!!)</p>
<p>First we’d rent, then buy and move to a tiny apartment in Manhattan near the theater district, keeping only the art for the walls and best books, including those written and illustrated by our daughter. The apartment must be too small for housing company, and I’d recommend only the nicest hotels to them. My H and I would spend money on great theater tickets. Occasionally we’d receive complimentary tickets to see our S perform on Broadway. We’d fly out to L.A. when our youngest receives his first academy award for a screenplay.</p>
<p>The grandkids would love us because I’ve saved all my best picture books from grade school teaching. If there are granddaughters, we’d paint our nails together and I’d take the grandsons out to watch the construction; then I’d reverse the whole thing so they grow up with wide perceptions of gender. The parents of our kids’ spouses would all be delightful and never interfere; in fact, mutes would be just fine.</p>
<p>Everything above is my “dream.” On top of all that, we’d travel to Asian countries because in all my life that’s been beyond my wildest dreams. I dream of going beyond my dreams, so that’s what Asia represents to me.</p>
<p>Thanks for asking, really, thanks. Made my day.</p>
<p>Currently I chair a church committee which distributes grants locally to self-development projects. My retirement would include doing this work internationally - some of the projects our denomination have funded are wonderful and have transformed entire communities (kind of like a church Peace Corps), so I want to see it firsthand. </p>
<p>In my “spare” time I would house-sit for families in the UK while they are on their month-long holiday, mingle with the down-to-earth locals at the pubs and go to the pitch to watch football, since for the life of me I could never understand cricket…</p>
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<p>You’re right! Had enough latrine duty as it is…</p>