There is a freedom in retirement that is unique. Talk about carpe diem! Now you have all day, every day, to...seize the day.
In typical Pirri fashion, Ann and I were still working and living in St. Catharines, when in December 2014, our dream property/investment became available and renovations began. We spent more than a year transforming a very modest cottage in Ridgeway, Ontario into a stunning retirement home overlooking Lake Erie. Casa Sul Lago (house by the lake) became our retirement haven, heaven, both!Though small town living was new to me, I thrived on relaxing, gardening and learning. The serenity of the peaceful, dark evenings was inspiring and motivating in a quiet way. There was no hustle, bustle here, though we were close to Niagara Falls, Buffalo, NY and Toronto.
Turning 65 in Sept 2016 was occasion for a backyard bash. Friends, family, and customers alike partied away in our gorgeous gardens. I happily announced my retirement among all those that had helped along the way.
As Ann and I wintered in Cuba, the idea of writing a memoir became an exciting reality. Since Ann was retiring soon I had lots of quality time to tackle this new challenge. So in between our road trips visiting friends and family, and garden maintenance and harvesting, I began the intensive search for memories, anecdotes, situations that were unforgettable. All these, both tangible and intangible became the fabric of my first book.
While touring Sicily this winter searching for Pirri ancestry, we visited cousins in a small cobblestoned town in the Provence of Messina.
We spent hours eating, talking, laughing in the garden they were so proud to show us. This uplifting visit prompted me to compile a family history. After 4,000 hours of bilingual research (some relatives only spoke Italian) I completed and published a Pirri Family Tree, which I shared with all the relatives.
So you see, there's always something new around the bend. There is a freedom in retirement that is unique. Talk about carpe diem! Now you have all day, every day, to...seize the day. Ann and I have but one regret...there are only 7 days in a week.
Here's to Living and Loving Life!