Since I retired in 1995 I have tried to hone skills in muttering to myself, writing and napping. At 75, I live in one of those places where one moves from independent living to hospice. I expect to begin receiving my palliative morphine injections in a year, more or less. Although an atheist, I have been accepted with kindness and good cheer by the many retired sisters (of the order of the Incarnate Word) I live with. They have promised not to sneak into my apartment at the last moment and place a cross on my lips. I have assured them that I most likely will be indifferent by then to whatever they get up to. I have little use for the ten commandments -- ordering people not to do things they really want to try has never worked well, in my experience. The idea of "Do unto others..." seems a much gentler way to start a discussion on ethical behavior with earthlings.
I began watching old movies when they were new. I seem unable to break the habit now. I don't romanticize Old Hollywood, but when it comes to New Hollywood I find little to fall in love with. The U.S. movies I care for, such as Winter's Bone, I care for a lot. And now that Joan Bennett, Myrna Loy and Carole Lombard are gone, I'd much rather pull the petals from a daisy with Isabelle Huppert than with Natalie Portman.
I'm not a reviewer and I don't write "reviews." I enjoy sharing thoughts and opinions about movies that, for the most part, I have enjoyed. I seldom write about books. I've found that, for me, to write about a book I have enjoyed takes a lot more work that writing about movies.
I enjoy doing specific jobs well by my standards. For the rest of it, I'm content to remember to say "hello" first to people I meet. and to hold the elevator for those with walkers.