When I’m 55
The dogs and I are walking in the dark around the bayou in the mornings now since the days are growing shorter. We came across a woman I know who lives on the other side of the bayou – she was wearing a shirt with Canseco’s written on it – the new grocery store – I said “what are you doing?” – she said “headed to work.” I said “you work at Canseco’s” – and she said “yeah honey.” I said “that’s good.” She said “na ah. Fifty five years old and standing on my feet all day in a hot kitchen.”
I need to get back on my “before I’m 55” financial plan.