FIRST PERSON | I like to joke that I am not retired, but just tired. When I went on Social Security at 62, it covered my needs adequately.
The economy put the squeeze on us older people. Prices went up, especially on necessities: food, gas, and medical. Over the years, the rent skyrocketed, electric rates doubled, and I kept falling behind. SS payments were static or crept up slowly.
I needed more income and set about looking for a job at the age of 63. I went for a few interviews, but no job resulted. I looked everywhere including restaurants, nursing homes, and office jobs. I used to do temp work, so wore a number of different hats.
I thought my older years would be different; but working has kept me informed and somewhat up to date.
But now, a lot of people applied for every available job opening.
Volunteer work in a thrift store helped to fill the empty hours. I loved it and heard that the experience and connections from a volunteer job would help you get a paying job.
In time, I developed multiple streams of income, which I thought of as mere trickles dripping pennies and the occasional quarter into my piggy bank.
I turned to the Internet. I already wrote for several online writing sites, but decided to rev up the pace. Income rose, but not enough. I started watching ads for cash on an Internet site, a much more lucrative endeavor than writing was lately. I have been at it for a couple of months and so far cleared $125.
A church offered me a job of cleaning two days a week. That turned out to be long lasting, steady source of paid work. Although some days I do not feel like cleaning, I go and do the best job I can. The best thing about it is that I can choose my own hours, a big plus. Sometimes I clean in the middle of the night if that fits my schedule best. It provided $45 a week for a few hours work.
One day, I went to the dumpster and spied some copper water tank fittings on the ground next to it. Knowing the value of copper, I took them home and started recycling. There is a recycling place a couple of miles down the road.
Stuff to recycle abounded everywhere.
Just today, I took an ironing board, a dead sewing machine, a burnt out toaster oven, a smoking shredder, and a bunch of soda cans. The recycle center paid $8.00.
Sometimes I find metal parts, fallen off of cars, while walking. I own a small car and can only carry small objects.
The cleaning job offered a bonanza of aluminum cans. I crush the cans and keep them outside in a barrel.
Retirement is an adventure and never boring. I constantly look for new ways to earn money and have fun doing it.
I take a cup of necessity and mix it with a cup of positive expectation and two cups of yen for adventure. I pour it into a huge tub of sense of humor and stir well. Retirement is great!