“When people ask me why I seem so happy and find it so easy to laugh, I tell them my INNER CHILD is working overtime. That belief has been with me my entire adult life. Many times throughout the years different friends and relatives have remarked, ‘Lee, you’re the biggest kid I know. Aren’t you ever going to grow up?’”
They’re all dead now.
SUE BURPEE AND HER HUSBAND ON A SAILING ECO-CRUISE IN NEW ZEALAND.
Recently I heard a radio host, inquiring if a guest would retire soon, ask, “Do I see a hammock in your future?” That reminded me of Grace Coddington, who when stepping down as Creative Director at Vogue, said she was “definitely not retiring” because she didn’t want “to sit around.”
Really? Hammocks? Sitting around? That’s their vision of retirement?
A few years ago Fifi Froelich reached the point where she couldn’t see herself living the rest of her life in Dayton, Ohio. Not that there’s anything wrong with Dayton. She’d lived there for 66 years and worked as an educational psychologist in an urban school system. All her life she’d done everything she was supposed to do. She was glad she’d been there when everyone needed her, but after she retired, Fifi needed more. She wondered, “Is that all there is?”
“I told my husband if I sit anymore on the couch, I’ll die of a stroke.”
This has been a banner month for me, right up there with turning 21… and turning 40… and turning 50. I turned 65 last Sunday, November 6th. While that number seems a little shocking, it’s better than saying, “If I’d have known I was going to live this long, I’d have taken better care of myself.” Continue Reading
One half of my Little House.
With each passing day, more of us are becoming empty nesters; thinking about retiring and wondering what the next phase of our lives will look like. As we explore the possibilities, many of us are thinking about downsizing. I know about downsizing. I went from a three-story, 6,400 square foot house, in a large city, to a house that’s 22 feet by 22 feet—a total of 484 square feet—in the middle of nowhere. While James and I never questioned our decision, the Little House wasn’t meant to be our forever home. It was just an interim adventure; a temporary dwelling until we built a bigger house on another part of the ranch. At that point, the Little House, would become the guest casita.
A home is meant to have a life and to be filled with people, but you can’t fill a tiny house with people.