Things to do In Vancouver When You're Retired

Ah yes, there's so much to do and so little time.  When I got home in September, I gleefully amassed all the information I could find on Lapidary classes, anthropology classes, Mandarin classes, Spanish classes and also checked out the schedules for water aerobics, film showings, philosophy corners and trips to art galleries.  The list was amazing!  It was astounding!  It was exciting!  Every day was going to be filled with wonder and I was going to come home exhausted but fulfilled.

That was the plan, anyhow.

The truth is that most people who retire apparently do so because they've lost their minds.  I mean, for years we were forced to get up at some ungodly hour to make it to work at some equally ungodly hour.  So, naturally, once a person retires you would assume that they would get rid of the alarm clock and sleep in to a more humane hour.  Consequently, you would think that the people who organize classes would start them later in the day in order to accommodate said retirees' more humane schedule.

Nope.

It turns out that 99% of retired people get up at the crack of dawn and they're rarin' to go by 7:30 or 8:00 a.m.  So the organizers schedule their classes for times when the freakin' sun isn't even up yet.  Of course, it doesn't pay the organizers to have things start later because those same old people who get up in the middle of the night are the same ones who have to be in bed by 8 pm, before the sun even sets.

 There is no force on this earth that would tempt me to wake up even earlier than I did when I was working, just for the privilege of learning a language or polishing some rocks.


So, I got home in September and I found back episodes of Lucifer and Doctor Who, and I watched TV.  A lot of TV.  Luckily it was only for 6 weeks and then I was back on the road again.

Maybe I'll try again in April.