I think it is a requirement for old guys to get a big pickup truck. Rob. Sean. Shawn. Peter. Jhannio. Steve. Cam. Buck. Beau. Zane. Joe. James. Matthew. Jessie. Dillon. Caleb. Stuart. Daniel. Shane. Myron has always driven one. Coworkers Beard and Frisbee retired and got big pickups, after having never driven one before. So did Lee. I wouldn’t want to drive one of those super big full size pickups. Way too big. Even the smaller pickups get such poor gas mileage. Sure they’d be handy to have, but how often is a pickup really needed? I’d rather have a small SUV, like a Honda CRV.
Trucks I like: Toyota Tacoma, Honda Ridgeline, Ford Ranger. But that Hummer pickup is cool as well. Getting that if I win the billion dollar Powerball.
I just don’t really have the temperament to be busy busy busy. Neither does C, but she overcommits. But some people can go go go. I don’t want to drive myself crazy should I ever retire, but I want to stay productive and not just sit around on my phone all day. I plan to get plenty of sleep, work out every day and / or golf, use the sauna every day Monday-Friday, write my book, organize my finances and work on insurance claims, declutter the house, sell off my bobbleheads, sneakers, and other memorabilia, get some long needed yardwork done, go on mission trips, travel, hike in North Georgia, and take other adventures. Be more present for my family. Plenty to keep me busy.
JFBC is offering a multi-week class for how to be productive in retirement, and a few of my buddies are taking it. I HAVE ZERO INTEREST. I have so much on my list to do right now, I don’t need people giving me more things to do. Maybe after several years when I run out of things to do. Everyone coming at me with things to do. Be a deacon. Do this. Do that. Ceil already has us on two missionary care teams that I need to do more for, and the small group is a lot to do every week. Preachers preach BE STILL AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD – then everyone else at church wants you to help them with their pet project.
I don’t consider myself any smarter than anyone else. I may have graduated from Georgia Tech but I only got out by the skin of my teeth, after flunking out a couple of times and spending the rest of my time there on academic probation. I do dumb things, like post too much personal information on my blog and social media. People may think I am smart because I don’t say much, but really my mind doesn’t think quickly enough to respond. By the time I think of something to say, someone else is talking, or the topic has already changed. I may listen to a lot of books during my commute back and forth to work, but with a real book in my lap it’s a struggle to knock out a book. I may not be the smartest, but I am happy with who I am, and the life that I have lived, and am living.
Played golf Wednesday morning. 57 degrees. Teed off at 6:40 am. I hit several long putts close, though none dropped. Lots of dew.
1. Passable 6 iron off tee. Several poor fairway shots. Poor attempts to hit out of a bunker. One decent chip.
2. Hit a nice mulligan just short of the green. One good chip out of three.
3. Hit a good tee shot that rolled up just short of the green. Two putt for par.
4. Mulligan off the tee stayed right, settling on the fringe. Could’ve / should’ve putted, but needed to work on my chipping.
5. Hit three poor tee shots. Hit three approach shots that weren’t great either.
6. My third tee shot was decent. Hit one okay fairway shot out of three. Then two poor wedge shots.
7. Hit a high hybrid off the tee that got decent distance. Okay 6 iron down the fairway, then three chips that missed the green. Two good chips. Two putt for a double bogey.
8. Hit driver, but both sailed left into the trees. One good fairway shot out of two. Two chips rolled off the back of the green. Third chip wasn’t pretty but stuck on the green. Two putt for bogey.
9. Decent hybrid off tee that stayed right. Hit two fair chips out of four. Then a nice long lag putt. “Bogey”. Finished just before 8 am.
“We are all servants. The only question is whom we will serve.” —R. C. Sproul.
No comments:
Post a Comment