NOT OLDER, JUST RICHER
We celebrated Art's birthday last week, and although we're both pretty philosophical about age, sometimes we think "How (and when ) did all this happen? How did I get to be XX years old?" And so this week Art has been muttering from time to time "I can't believe I'm 62!" And he didn't mean it in a good way, as in "I'm so glad/relieved/surprised I made it to 62!".
Since 62 is the magic age when (reduced) Social Security payments can begin for the majority of us, I, for once, tried to put a positive spin on things. You're not older, your richer! I told him! He's still not buying it, but I'm trying to stay upbeat, and not express my personal (negative) feelings about the money. Not surprisingly, I'm just thinking about how much of that money will be lost in the exchange rate, my usual glass-half-empty attitude. Anyway, at least we do have additional funds coming in, or we will in September when the first payment arrives. Thanks to over thirty years of working two jobs, we're now enjoying the fruits of our...er...his, labors!