We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Good things interfere with good things, and bad things interfere with good things.
Tonight, we were able to manage to attend a nice cocktail party, and then to get out to dinner with dear friends we haven't spent time with in a while. There are only so many weekends in a year, and only so many years in a lifetime. Keeping up with friends, and doing the things you want to do, fills the calendar.
This summer, for example, I realize that I cannot golf, work in the gardens, work on my tennis game and play a match or two, go fishing or sailing on the coast with friends, help the Mrs. pick out new ceiling lighting for the hallways, go riding with the Mrs. on Saturday and Sunday afternoon, get to church, and sit by the pool and read with a cigar and a scotch which often ends up as a little siesta. Not to mention evening social engagements and the occasional invitations for sporting clays and skeet.
Don't even mention wanting time to spend messing with these internets.
There are fewer conflicts in the fall and winter up here. For one thing, no yard and garden chores other than wood-splitting and cleaning up fallen limbs and trees in the pastures. Still, I like to go for ducks or goose or grouse or pheasants, but I have a Saturday morning men's tennis group, and you cannot hunt in CT on Sunday. Plus we like to ski in New Hampshire and sometimes Vermont, and I usually have some weekend jobs for work that are needed on Monday.
Nothing I do is particularly expensive (other than keeping the horses, maintaining the pool, and keeping a stock of Cuban Dominican smokes). It's all about time - and making choices.
I think I am going to give up the golf this year. If I ever retire - which I do not intend to ever do willingly - maybe I can take it up again. And I am going to hire people to do the mowing even though I enjoy it. I make this promise to myself.
We are always told that accepting limits is the biggest part of maturity but, when it comes to my plan-to-do list, that aspect of maturity still is tough for me. Friends tell me that I have too many interests.
I am retired and find that I still have too many interests, and have the same old reluctance to accept limits relative to them. Always strange for me to meet people who say they took a job as a crossing guard or something after retirement "because they were bored." Bored! As if...
I'm certain I will run out of lifetime before I run out of things to fill it with.
I agree with your firends but then what is life for if not have many interests? And friends? Do not give up golf just enjoy when you play and don't expect to par the course, I mean who cares it is just for fun. Go Greg!!!
Barrister ... as far as giving up golf is concerned, have you noted what's happening in England with Greg Norman's fantastic score in the current pro golf tournament there? He's no spring chicken [in his 50s] and says he hasn't played much golf during the past year, and he's just coming off a two-week honeymoon, during which golf was not his primary focus, I imagine. But he's leading by 2 points all the rest of those hard-charging pro golfers.
Gosh, he must be really relaxed by that nice honeymoon.