How NOT To Simplify Your Life

Here’s eight easy steps that I do not recommend:

  1. Quit your night job and run for an obscure political office.
  2. One blog isn’t enough. Try three blogs.
  3. Get yourself adopted by a cat.
  4. Volunteer for a political campaign. Better yet, volunteer in TWO campaigns.
  5. Freely offer unsolicited advice.
  6. Begin each day promptly at the crack of noon.
  7. Experiment with carbohydrate-rich nutrition.
  8. Be too busy for prayer. Be too busy for exercise. Forget to be grateful.

Every day is a good day to repent and start anew. Today, for instance. For starters, one blog will be enough, don’t you agree? ¬†This blog is the one. Humor me. Stay tuned.

Social Security at 62, Because You Never Know What Might Happen Next

I didn’t wake up yesterday knowing I’d have the opportunity to take a picture of a Studebaker pickup truck. I didn’t even know that Studebaker MADE pickup trucks.

See, you never know what you might learn on any given day, and you never know what might happen next. Expect the unexpected. So here’s this shiny burgundy Studebaker pickup waiting for me in the church parking lot.

Which leads to the point of this post. Life is too short to waste it writing only serious blog posts. Going forward, I will give priority to posts and photos that make me smile. Or that surprise me with the unexpected. If there’s any time left over, I might write something serious.

Perhaps this editorial policy will make Life After 60 a more interesting blog, while not losing sight of the reality that ordinary Americans might still be making an unscheduled crash landing in a storm of economic change.

I see this concept of writing the fun posts first as a sign of maturity. Delayed gratification has its place. But since I’m an over-sixty Baby Boomer, and I’m not flying as high as I used to, it seems like a perfectly mature and logical decision to eat dessert first.

To put it another way, since I’m losing altitude, it makes perfect sense to start collecting Social Security at age 62. The economy being what it is, and with age discrimination being a fact of life, it’s not surprising that Social Security at 62 is a trend among my generation (folks who are old enough to remember, with a smile, the Studebaker, the Edsel, and the Rambler.)