So, if you go to the hardware store at 11:00 am on a Monday, you will find it filled with gray-haired people. Some are spry and sprightly, often mud-spattered and tanned, buying grape trellises or tomato cages or something. Some are frail, walking with canes or walkers, searching for lightbulbs or plumbing fixtures, or birdfeeders, or ant bait. Some are munching popcorn and talking to the clerks. They’re not in a big rush. They aren’t frantic. Only one or two of them are on their smart phones (although one may be taking a picture of a holiday display and texting it to her daughter). They may have dogs.
This is what retirement’s like.