Now We Are Retired The source of the title: Now We Are Six , by A. A. Milne . I’ve always loved that title, and of course, who doesn’t love the guy who brought us Winnie the Pooh and Piglet, too? But I digress. Years ago, a (slightly older) friend of mine mused aloud, “When I retire, I might not take a shower for days.” When I raised my eyebrows at him, he answered his own question, “But probably not.” It’s been a full year, and I’m thrilled to be retired - in fact, I absolutely love it. Here’s a bit of a breakdown of my retired life, thus far: Them: “You’ll get bored in about 2 weeks!” Me: “Nope, not yet, not at all.” Them: “Think you’ll get a job?” Me: “Thought about it, for about 12 seconds – a little museum gift shop maybe, a little retail gig, maybe Barnes & Noble parttime. But nope. I won’t.” Them: “You should volunteer somewhere!” Me: “I should! But not someplace far away. Or early in the morning. Or something that involves, well…just about anyt...