When the “working” portion of my life is over, I dream of green pastures, pine forests, soft seashores, and a large porch that opens up to the heavens.
I am not sure how many people actually get to end their life in such wonderful places, but all I know is, there better be a place out there reserved for me and my lady, cus I ain’t leaving this earth on nothing less.
And you know, I wouldn’t be one of those people who tries to do stuff in their retirement years. Like traveling, taking up odd hobbies, embarking on ambitious building projects, or trying to have a second career.
Nope, not me. I am just going to sit firmly on my ass and stare long out to the green fields. I’ll watch the clouds move by above me, the butterflies as they dance around, and I’ll be sure to breathe extra deep every time a nice breeze blows by.
Maybe once in a while, I’ll put the canoe in the water and test the line for some fresh fish. Or, maybe, I’ll just lay there and stare up at the sky, letting the water carry me wherever it wish….