I like the word ‘live’.
As in living life to the full whilst ones’ physical health and mental faculties allow. Not budgeting for the best rubber sheets in the nursing home.
I’m both fortunate, and unfortunate, to (currently) be single. Several married friends of mine, retired in the past few years, are, sadly, in relationships where the other half has a diametrically opposed view as to how their retirement should be spent. Not all. But some.
The word ‘live’ seems to have escaped their lives.
At least it’s not raining.
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