Sometimes the weather forecast and one's plans to recreate in the outdoors do not properly synchronize, i.e., an early tee time on a weekend morning + rainshowers, wind and hail beating on the roof.
This never happens to the retired.
We can always go...later. No longer slaves to the machine, recreation time to the retired is entirely cued to the weather, not the weekend.
For example, instead of looking glumly and hopelessly into a forecast weather pattern of precipitation, lightning, local downpours, etc., the retired gent can plan substitute activities and be assured that his golf game will be played when the next blue sky and yellow sun appear overhead. Not "next weekend." Not in the dark after a harried drive to the golf course after "work." Not after an uncomfortable lie to one's manager about a phantom "sales call" to a fictitious lead. Recreation can be had as God intended. At the proper time and place.
This goes as well for sailing, hiking, long car rides to seaside places with the top down on the Mercedes purchased with one's surplus, (read: unnecessary), social security payments. After a lifetime of prudent 401(k)investment in South African coal gasification projects, (which proceeds also allows this gent time share ownership of a nifty solar powered golf cart. Grass and sun; all very, very green. South Africa is very, very far away from my green life and style), money is no object.
And having all this money is a key point. For the retired, single, gentleman, with a face that is a cross between two pounds of halibut and an explosion in an old clothes closet, money is the great leveler.
This will be obvious to you as you read on...
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