I received a fun little comparison between 1965 and 2013 and wanted to share it with the Stage of Life community. If you're a Baby Boomer, you may get a kick out of this (or it'll depress you!)...

1965: Long hair
2013: Longing for hair

1965: KEG
2013: EKG

1965: Acid rock
2013: Acid reflux

1965: Moving to California because it's cool
2013: Moving to Arizona because it's warm

1965: Trying to look like Marlon Brando

"These don’t match," said the Social Security clerk, comparing my birth certificate and my SS application, unamused at my response, "I wasn't born married."

Sometimes, I feel that is the case because life as I knew it is over. Now I belong to that vast sisterhood of unemployed ladies, dismissed from careers as wives, lovers, caregivers and caretakers. To keep busy, we are consummate volunteers, competent babysitters, and advice-givers to teenagers and young marrieds. We play canasta,

What happens when you turn 55 years old, and have no money for retirement? Simple arithmetic shows you that it is impossible to save enough for a decent retirement with so little time left in your working career. But wait, the fear and misery gets worse. What if you are too old for the job market and find yourself jobless to boot? And to further compound the hopelessness, there is household debt to service. The author of "55 and Scared Sh*tless" found himself in that exact situation.

From: Frontage Road to Zen: The Retirement Chronicles
http://zen-road-retirement.blogspot.com/


The methodology (if you can even call it that) I’ve been using to discover what comes next is: Web-researching/reading/social media about things that interest me. Getting out there...following a trail...seeing what develops. I’m planning to do this until something gets traction.

So this weekend I went to a number of Tucson Modernism Week events. I used to wear, when I

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writen after an 11-day road trip.

I had little connection to electronics while on the road – just a quick email check here and there. I really wanted it all to just … be … unfold … flow. And it pretty much did. Reaching the last days, I still had a need to get back, driven by different considerations than when I was working (meaning I needed to get back for the Bonnie Raitt concert and some other things).

But t

Here is a very short story about my last days at work from my blog: Frontage Road to Zen
http://zen-road-retirement.blogspot.com/


Two final days of work (yes, I actually had things to do - many "case briefings" to write, lots of odds and ends, and organizing some files to pass on...almost the usual multi-tasking, detail-oriented brain jam that was much of the previous twelve years). Two co-workers took me out to a lovely lunch yesterday and two brought me flowers today....

I have lots of stories on my blog:

Frontage Road to Zen: The Retirement Chronicles
http://zen-road-retirement.blogspot.com/

I hope you enjoy!
Joan C.

I moved to Germany this year with my husband when he took retirement .Ive been a "house wife "come part time jewellery making teacher for the past 20 years so I didn't know how i would feel having company around all day but It is fun most of the time .We are finding out so much about starting a new life in a new place that we don't have time to sit still .I have just started a blog about our life here to let folk know there is life beyond work .I would love to here from other folk that are thin

I was recently asked when I was going to retire. I replied that I hadn’t quite made my mind up between the Goodyears or the Firestones, then again Yokohamas were an inexpensive choice while Pirelli’s, though my favorite, at this stage of my life, may last longer than me!

So that got me to thinking that maybe the decision to buy new tires was like a metaphor for Retiring, or at least buying into a new stage of life. First question:

What makes a car stable? Well, it has four

For my first story on Stage of Life, I will attempt to answer the question,"How did I get Here?"

As a Christmas present for my mother last year my son and I produced a music video to celebrate her life and have some fun with the fact that she had bought herself a Mazda Miata at the age of 83. We posted it on Youtube so family and friends could share in the fun. I thought Mazda might find it funny and it ended up on a e-magazine sub-site for Miata owners.

One day last week