Yesterday when I met my son's van that brought him home, the driver looked at me and said, "So you're growing it out, too?" I was confused until I noticed he was in the relatively early stages of a beard. I stroked my own face and realized I was a bit bewhiskered, with two or three days' worth of stubble. That's what it means to be formally retired, I guess. I often forget to shave, until some public contact is coming up, or until my better half strongly suggests it, or I simply figure it's time, on my own terms. I realize now how easy it is for single old men to get very seedy looking very fast. But, as I said, I have a wife and for that matter, since we married and had kids late, a youngish daughter, both of whom sometimes sort of keep me in line on such things. And my son has faint mustache and beard that need occasional trims.
At the YMCA gym yesterday, I fell into conversation with a fellow retiree/workout person, and we were discussing some weighty philosophical issues (bear in mind that this guy had been a high-ranking public official with lots of political contacts and experience). One of our fellow cyclists talked to us a bit, then went off to swim, then came back and found us still talking. He kind of laughed at the way our time had gone by while he prepared to go back to work. Reminded me of a t-shirt I saw that same day, which said, "Warning -- Retiree who knows everything and has time to tell you about it."
Another younger cyclist said on his way out, "Well, I guess I better go back to work and earn money to pay your retirement benefits." We nodded and said thanks.
Not sure where I'm going with this. I retired for one reason -- I didn't want to die while toiling at a job I hated when I didn't have to; and when I was/am still healthy enough to do things. I never planned to simply sit around and grow older or grow a beard, and so far I haven't. I do recognize and appreciate the need and opportunity for an afternoon nap -- but I set an alarm. And my son keeps me busy and involved. I've joined the gym and work our regularly. I went skydiving. I've rediscovered and am re-reading the Tao te Ching (and figuring out that that younger me, who I was in such a hurry to leave behind, might have been on to something). I'm trying very hard to honor myself, ironically trying to do that by not trying, but by accepting. If that makes sense. Still trying to figure out what comes next.
For now, though, I think I'll shave today, though maybe I'll leave the mustache, which I last had forty-some years ago, when I was a sort of stud-muffin. The wife will hate it, but then, I have time for that.
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