Marge came in and let the door slam behind her. “Hello” she shouted to the empty house. She peeked out the kitchen window and could hear the muffled sounds of AC/DC playing in the garage. Once again she regretted the decision to buy a pool table when her husband, Jim had retired. She thought that he would grow tired of swilling beer and shooting pool all day but it had been almost a year and Jim had gotten very little of that “to do” list done.
This was not how Marge envisioned her autumn years. “Tomorrow is not a given” she thought. She pulled out her lap top and typed in the search bar: Cruises for single retired women.