RETIRED….. Now What? (my experiences of early retirement – it's not what you think)

So, I decided to have a slow paced, nothing huge on the agenda, normal day today. Why not. I am mostly retired, what is sop pressing that I have to get to it today, am I right? So, that was the agenda. Drop off some ebay side huslte merch at the post office and maybe make a little trek to Target and pick up some storage stuff. Simple enough.

So, I start out thinking, why should I remain in my crocs, t shirt and sweat pants. Get dressed. Put something nicer on. I have the clothes. Why dress like a bum, even if most people do that anyway. So I went digging through the closet, found a nice button down oxford and a pair of dress pants and wet on my way. A friend told, me if you dress for how you want to feel, it shines through.

The trip to the post office was uneventful. They know me by now since the side hustle is picking up a bit. And then to Target. Mid morning crowd. Lots of parents and moms with little ones in tow. Don’t get in their way or bother their little booger eaters. You will get the look. So, I didn’t, and I made my way out the door unscathed and unchastised. But, I wanted a mid morning snack. No Starbucks 10 dollar cup of burnt coffee… I decided to go local. A little coffee shop on the way home.

I try a Blueberry/Basil tea and get a toasted bagel with cream cheese. Why not. The tea sounded impossible and I needed some sustenance. I am handed the tea and I go to sweeten it a bit (sweet tooth in full effect) and I make my way to a counter to await by toasted delight.

AS SOON AS I SIT, the lady on the other end of the counter, looks up and gets up. WTH. Did I make a noise? Do I smell, badly. am I scary looking. I don’t think so, to any of these. What caused all that? I think back to a day ago at a store. An older Navy vet, in front of my at the cashier. Warmed my heart a bit. seemed like a really nice old fella who served our country. I felt some kinship. Then, after I paid, I walked outside to leave and I saw him putting his cart on the parking median, instead of taking it to the sidewalk or the cart parking area. Nice. Guess you cannot judge a book by its cover. And here, now, I wanted to tell that woman, don’t judge this book… Then, after all that, two of her friends showed up and they went to order. I jumped to a conclusion. Relax old man. Since when did I become so sensitized… Must be the blueberry basil tea. Which tasted like ass…. just saying