Since I am no longer filling the volunteer candy jar, I must be a saving $10 (more or less) each month. Whoopee. Perhaps it is cheaper to live as a retiree. Let me count the ways:
My daily 50 km commute is a thing of the past and so is the weekly gas bill.
I rarely take clothes to the dry cleaners now.
I rarely buy new clothes. I often admire a perfect work ensemble, but confer with my inner retiree; she reminds me that I don't need them -- not those kind of work clothes, anyway.
No more TGIF. We don't eat out on Friday, and don't seem to miss it.
I do sometimes take advantage of seniors' prices. As a grand-daughter of the Depression, it seems only right to save money if the opportunity presents. (But I did feel unnecessarily cheap while shopping at Value Village on Seniors' Day. I have my standards.)
So many ways to save! And just as well, since I have new expenses. As a former library employee I must now pay overdue fines.
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