I've been retired for nearly a year now, and just recently started to enjoy it. My new schedule includes an hour of exercise every day, classes in writing poetry, tutoring a 73 year old to read English, working in the garden, and low-level political work, e.g., passing out leaflets. I'm beginning to understand the phrase "the golden years." Getting up in the morning when I feel like it instead of having to drag myself to the office when I've been out late the night before, is absolutely marvelous.
I have a grown son who is a good friend, but he's in graduate school in the southern part of the state and I see him only on holidays, although we stay in touch with phone calls and Skype.
I've loved sci-fi all of my life, read and write poetry, and I'm very 420 friendly. Have been that way for forty years.
Three terms that describe me are thoughtful, funny, and very left-wing.

If my health stays good, I intend to have as good a time with my remaining years as I've had in the past.
I've also begun being a political activist again because everything in the US and the entire globe seems so dire right now.

Listening.
Laughing.
Making bad prose intelligible.
Writing bad poetry.
Reading good poetry aloud.
Ranting about politics.

Who knows? Not I.

My favorite books are by poets and sci-fi writers. They are too numerous to detail.
My favorite music (at the moment) is Oscar Peterson playing Bach.
My favorite food is Indian. (This also changes regularly.)
My favorite movies are all foreign or indies. But I don't go to many movies nowadays.
I don't watch TV at all. Do like live theater but don't see enough of it. Live music is best of all, and gets most of my entertainment dollar.

My excellent sound system and iPod
My stationary bicycle
A good garlic press
An unabridged dictionary
My two knee replacements

The state of the world...
That it would not be such a bad thing if the human race were to disappear and allow the planet to heal from what we've done to it. But then I think about how beautiful the world is,
and how sad it will be when we won't be here to love and
admire it.
And then I think that stars "live" and stars "die" and wonder why I feel so sad when I think that we won't be around much longer. In my less emotional moments, I think we are just another mammalian species -- the dead end of a specific primate line.
And, by then [ sigh], I put some music on, just to stop thinking, and I kick back and listen to music.
I am also grateful that I live in a time when the technology allows me to hear all (or nearly all) the music the people of this world have created.

On a typical Friday night, I might be at a poetry recital with a bunch of rowdy friends.
Or I could be curled up in an armchair with about ten magazines and newspapers to keep me company...Or playing with Max, my elderly, overweight, Color Point Siamese cat.
Every day is different.

Then it would not be private, would it?

You should definitely message me if you can make me laugh at myself. If you can do that, I will think you are a hunk, even if you are a dead ringer for the hunchback of Notre Dame.
And if it's hearty belly laughter.... well, words fail me....
Alternatively, you should message me if you think we might enjoy talking to each other. Any laughter that might result would be greatly appreciated.