I don’t think think I’ll ever “retire” in the traditional sense.
My thought was to always have a severe mental breakdown around 50 and run off to the woods to build a log cabin and grow my own food. My wife knows of this plan but I’m pretty sure she thinks it’s a joke. It’s not.
I fucking love Cauliflower, I thought I didn’t like it because I grew up poor and didn’t really get fancy veggies
My toddler and I have been bringing a trash bag to the park and cleaning the place up. It’s always a mess and it makes me sad to see because it’s my sons favorite park.
I see stories like this a lot and can’t believe it. My wife was in a similar situation and had to get an emergency dnc, and still came close to dying from sepsis.
The doctors were so on it, we waited in the ER for a while because they were packed but as soon as they took her blood and realized what was going on she was in surgery within the hour.
Our son want even 2 at the time. If we were 30 minutes west she would’ve died. It’s absolutely fucking wild.
How could anyone think this is right?
I have a couple pear trees in my back yard that I planted for my son when we was a baby. When my wife and I had a miscarriage on our 2nd and 3rd try we burried what we could with the pear trees, when out best cat died we burried him there, when my lizard that I’ve had for 12 years and went through hell with me died we burried her there, when my grandma died I burried some of her trinkets there.
I don’t mow much back there and let the grass grow, just keeping the base of the trees clean. Sometimes I like to go sit in that overgrown grass under the trees. It feels safe and comforting, the bugs keep me company, one time I had a garden snake sliver over my shoes and just sit there for a while.
I used to love these. I always wanted to be the last one running. One year another kid and I ran so long the bell rang so we ran some more and got to skip the next period all together.
I had to go to urgent care the other day and the only way to check in was to scan a QR code and fill out a god awful, half broken form on a random third party website. There were no error messages. The site would timeout if you spent too long on one page, so you’d have to start over. The amount of people who had all sorts of issues is nuts.
This was “an upgrade”
I don’t know, it doesn’t seem far off.
As a clean shaved man who doesn’t shave because he can’t grow any sort of facial hair I feel personally attacked.
You could always just boot up a windows VM and set up a shared folder to code on Linux/test on windows if your application has issues running on Linux.
I’ve noticed that I get the same amount of work done working 5 days a week as if I plan to only work 3/4 days and know I’ll have some free time to enjoy life. My work is really project based so as long as it gets done no one cares.
My wife has also noticed that I’m a lot more stressed when I work 5 days a week and need pretty much the whole weekend to recover.
Ideally, in the middle of nowhere on a decent size farm with a water supply, raising my son to be a self reliant 2nd generation farmer. Hopefully another kid or two. I like growing vegetables, it makes me happy. My 1/8 of an acre doesn’t give me much room to work with but I do what I can on it.
Hopefully at least, in a slight bigger house with another kid and a couple acres to work with. Doing some farmers markets and able to freelance/do side jobs to supplement my income so I have time to manage those couple acres and spend time with my family.
Most likely, still living on the same property, working the same job doing the same thing.
My wife was telling me a story about her friends friend, who lives in an HOA neighborhood and had a big tree that was rotting in their yard and was causing concern about it falling over. Apparently they went to the hoa for approval to cut it down and they said no for one reason or another, then started fining them for it. Then a while after they collected a good deal of money off the fines said they could cut it down but they had to use a specific company who happened to be owned by a relative of the head of the hoa and charged them a lot more than they should have.
This story was passed down the lane and I don’t even know the couple, but it doesn’t sound far fetched.
My son is 3 and goes over to the pear trees where we buried 2 pets in the past 2 years.
Our cat Bruce and our bearded dragon CJ.
He still feels a need to take care of them. He was “in charge” of feeding the lizards so every one in a while he grabs lettuce from the fridge and tries to take it outside for her. While he’s over there he says stuff like “pspsps Bruce wanna play with me” and it fucking obliterates me every time.
Bruce was his best friend, he would do his bed time routine with us everynight and loved my son so much. I’m suprised he even remembers him since he was so young but their immediate bond was really special.