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The Retirement Busy Bee


by The Urban Blabbermouth
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I have been thinking about what to do in my retirement. 
I am trying to envision what my retirement will be like.  I am many years away but my last blog on retirement, The American Dream has Retired, has put the thought into my mind.

The first thing is what to do with myself.  I will have all this time and nothing to do.  Sure, my first thing will be to enjoy not having to get up and go to work.  That will be a three-month long vacation, like getting the summer off.  I never did that when I was working.  Just did not get enough vacation time to do it.  

After the vacation passes, I suppose I will start to do repairs to my house.  I know how to do lots of repairs but I never had the time when working.  But you know, that’s not enough to cover all my years in retirement.  Guess I will have to repair all my neighbors’ houses too.

I thought that some volunteer work with my Church might be rewarding.  I could travel the country saving many heathen Christians.  It is quite rewarding to be doing God’s work converting other Christians worshipers from their wrong version of Christianity to my right version of Christianity. 

Thinking outside-the-box, this blogging thing could be my new career.  Imagine that, I retire from work so that I can go back to work.  Crazy huh.  Wonder if I can make money at blogging.  Do people make money from blogging?  Something to explore.  I can spend lots of time working on my blogs, time that I will have when I am retired.  I could write a book.  I have no imagination so fiction is out.  I can write these little ditties but are they interesting enough for a book?  How's this for a cheeky title, "My Deep Thoughts and Other Mistakes."  Please leave me your opinion on a book of all my blog posts.

Money in retirement worries me.  I have not yet figured out what my pension will be.  I have to get an estimate.  People say that your expenses goes down in retirement.  I don't see how.  My property taxes and utilities bills will still be there.  I still need food so the grocery bill will still be there.  So what does change?  Only my commuting cost goes away and that is hardly my biggest expense.  No, I don’t see where my expenses will go down.  

When I get my pension estimate, I will have to experiment to see if the monies will be enough.  I will pretend that my current salary is the same as my pension income and I will find out if I can live on that money.  I hope it is enough because I would like to retire before I die.  Retirement is on my Bucket List.

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