When Early Retirement Sucks
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livingdebI used to move all the time as a kid. I calculated that I moved an average of three times every two years between birth and the end of the seventh grade. After that I got to spend the eighth through twelfth grade all in one school district.
It was in the ninth grade that I learned you could lose friends even if you didn't move. So unfair! At the end of the eighth grade we were friends, we didn't see each other all summer because we lived too far apart, and by the ninth grade she wasn't speaking to me. I don't know why. I think she decided to go hard-core geek, and I didn't fit the bill.
Fortunately I had three friends in the eighth grade, instead of my usual one. Ha! Another one of them stopped talking to me in the eleventh grade. I think she decided to hang with the artsy people. The only one left was the one who lived in my own neighborhood.
Well, I have now gone over ten years without moving and have lived in the same city for almost half my life. I like this. Nevertheless, I have a hint for you:
Never leave your car at the shop, with your key in an envelope that you have slid underneath the door, as is the usual routine, without calling first. This is because your favorite mechanic ever may have retired while you weren't paying attention.
Recommendations for mechanics who like to work on Hondas and Toyotas in my city are welcome. Also plumbers (my good one disappeared many years ago), electricians (I never found a good one), and appliance repair people.
I know being a mechanic was not his first love, though he did enjoy problem solving, and I am very happy that he no longer needs that day job. But he had employees! And a building! And he had computerized everything! So sad for me.
I'm going to make sure that when I retire, people are glad to see me go!
No, I'm not.
Um, I'm ending this entry now. Goodnight.
It was in the ninth grade that I learned you could lose friends even if you didn't move. So unfair! At the end of the eighth grade we were friends, we didn't see each other all summer because we lived too far apart, and by the ninth grade she wasn't speaking to me. I don't know why. I think she decided to go hard-core geek, and I didn't fit the bill.
Fortunately I had three friends in the eighth grade, instead of my usual one. Ha! Another one of them stopped talking to me in the eleventh grade. I think she decided to hang with the artsy people. The only one left was the one who lived in my own neighborhood.
Well, I have now gone over ten years without moving and have lived in the same city for almost half my life. I like this. Nevertheless, I have a hint for you:
Never leave your car at the shop, with your key in an envelope that you have slid underneath the door, as is the usual routine, without calling first. This is because your favorite mechanic ever may have retired while you weren't paying attention.
Recommendations for mechanics who like to work on Hondas and Toyotas in my city are welcome. Also plumbers (my good one disappeared many years ago), electricians (I never found a good one), and appliance repair people.
I know being a mechanic was not his first love, though he did enjoy problem solving, and I am very happy that he no longer needs that day job. But he had employees! And a building! And he had computerized everything! So sad for me.
I'm going to make sure that when I retire, people are glad to see me go!
No, I'm not.
Um, I'm ending this entry now. Goodnight.
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on 2007-01-19 07:57 pm (UTC)Just used a plumber to fix our leaking master sink. Ask T.
Can't help with the appliance repair. Sorry!