When I'm 64

This is taken from something I wrote a while ago that I stumbled upon while cleaning out a flash drive.

"Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm 64"

Here's what I want my life to look like when I'm 64:

I want to be retired from my current employer (but for how long??), and working a few hours a week doing something that I really enjoy. I really don't know what that would be, other than it not involving smiley face stickers at WalMart.

I want to be as healthy as I am now. I know that time will have taken it's toll on my body, but it's my hope that all the equipment will still be in working order and that I will have gotten my act together in terms of eating right.

I want to read more. I want to consume all the books I should have read a long time ago, including all the classics.

I want to have grandchildren that I can spoil rotten and then return to their parents. I especially want a grandson. No offense to my daughters that I love very dearly, but having a grandson would be very neat.

I want the opportunity to travel more. Nothing fancy, no trips to Monaco. I just want to see all the places I've missed over the years.

I want to have the time to volunteer more. I want to help for the sake of helping.

I want to spend time taking pictures, both of the big things around me and the small things we sell the time by seldom really notice.

I want to put plastic models together, just like I did when I was a kid.

I want to hang out with friends more, even if it's just to play pool.

I want to write long, well thought out letters to the newspaper editor about the important topics of the day. I don't want to be one of those people who complain for the sake of complaining, but rather someone who offers insight and solutions based on reasoned experience.

I want to wake up each and every day to an open window that faces the rising sun so that I can bask in, enjoy and appreciate the dawn of a new day.

I want to laugh my ass off, as much as possible.