Had a dream in the early morning, one of the worst kinds where you find yourself in a loop of frustration. In this particular case I was attempting to protect my sister-in-law from making a terrible financial decision. She had inherited a bit of money and wanted my opinion on a presentation she had been pitched by an advisor who bore a striking resemblance to a young Keith Richards of The Rolling Stones. So, I look this thing over and it’s about the worst thing I’ve ever seen, chocked full of lies, deception and outrageous fees. I was furious and spent the rest of the dream trying to reason with my sister-in-law who was hell-bent on investing her money with an ancient rocker who spent the entire presentation drinking whiskey straight from the bottle. Every point I made about how much of a disaster his recommendations were was met with Keith slurring to my sister-in-law, “Never mind all that…what do YOU think, love?”
Anyway, I jolted awake, sat up in bed and squinted across the room at the digital clock next to the TV…5:23. Without hesitation or fear of contradiction I can honestly say that I’ve never been happier to be retired than I was this morning at 5:23 am. I think that today I will wear my favorite pair of socks—the ones that say, not my job, not my problem.
As a retired Letter Carrier I sometimes dream that I’m delivering my route, but somehow get lost trying to deliver a parcel and can’t figure out the way back to Rockville Main Office. Then I wake up at the time I used to all those years ago and say “ Okay, back to sleep! Just a dream!
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