It was a quick visit from my parents this weekend but they
always seem to leave me with something.
My mom has been a bookkeeper at local parochial high school for over twenty years. She told me over brunch of quiche lorraine and eggs benedict that she was going to retire at the end of the school year.
I asked her what she was going to do with herself after she retired and my father answered, “Bug me.”
She laughed and then said she didn’t know. I told her she might need a hobby. My mom’s Scottish decent does not allow her to sit idle for very long. A busy body who is best satiated when either on the move or in the midst of something.
My dad’s vocation takes him around the world so I’m sure many travels await them. I say vocation because from my understanding my father does not draw a salary for his position, yet most of what he does is expensible. He, for all intents and purposes, is basically retired and has been so for years. He whittles away his free time on crossword puzzles and watching Phillies games during baseball season.
And then sometime goes to places like Korea, Lithuania or Australia.
My mother said maybe she’ll be like my father, who meets with a group once a week at Panera Bread for conversation.
“We’re Romeos,” he informed me.
“Say What?” I said.
“Retired Old Men Who Eat Out,” he said.
And once again the old adage rings true: you learn something new everyday.





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