I guess I’m getting boring. When I was working, Doug and I went out for dinner just about every weekend, sometimes during the week too. I looked forward to those evenings. I’d come home, change into something less business-y, and we’d head out for a nice dinner and perhaps, a martini.
But since I’ve been retired, we’ve cancelled more dinner reservations than we’ve kept. In the winter, we might make a fire, open a bottle of wine, and then wonder why ever we thought we’d want to leave the comfort of our own home. If we can’t throw dinner together out of something in the fridge, we’ll order a pizza. We do that a lot.
In the summer, we might go for a late bike ride and then we’re too tired to make our dinner reservation, so we order a pizza again. (We live in suburbia, pizza is our only delivery restaurant. Oh how I miss San Francisco.)
I guess an extravagant evening out isn’t as important to me as it was when I was working full-time, and the proof is in the budget. We just closed the books on our third year of retirement. The first year of retirement we lived on 50% of our pre-retirement income. I figured it would go up for inflation the next year but it went down. Again, I increased the budget for projected inflation and this year it went down again.
Almost every area I budgeted for went down, not up, but dining out went down the most. I love food, I love dining out, so this is a total shocker to me. But there it is, the proof that I’ve gotten boring.
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