…of this foreign world called retirement.
I’d heard rumors of it’s existence. However, being focused on the present created quite the wake up call when this retirement adventure walked in the door two weeks ago and announced, “Honey I’m home… Forever!”.
Mr.P was all smiles. I was more in shock and panic mode. I was now going to be forced to learn how to live with this man I’ve been living with for the last forty-five years. I could only hope I was up for the challenge. I knew the first step toward success would be prayer, lots and lots of prayer.
So I opened up my heart and my everyday world to this guy. And he opened up to share all the projects he had planned to do around the house. What? Wait… He had projects? Plans? Perhaps our communication skills had been a little rusty cause this was all a surprise to me. I mean, I already had my own list of things to do.
Now the first two weeks have passed. I had assumed Mr.P would plant himself in front of the television and I would feed and water him once in a while and all would be good. I was wrong. Very, very wrong.
I have woken to sounds of him working in the yard outside our bedroom window at 6:30 in the morning making me feel guilty about rolling over and going back to sleep. Guilt was conquered and snoozing continued.
Grocery shopping with Mr.P I’m finding is an adventure in itself. He’s like a kid in a candy store and NO, take the T-bone steaks out of the cart. And I have introduced him to a toilet bowl brush which prompted him to find more yard work that had to be done. Hmmm…
We have gone shopping for a desk. I didn’t know he needed a desk. Evidently he did and it has made him very happy. Happy is good.
I looked up the word ‘retirement’ to make sure we’re doing it right. The dictionary said… to withdraw, go away, fall back or retreat… to go to bed… to withdraw from work life or activities. Nope, none of that fall back, retreat stuff happening here.
I’m glad he had projects and plans. I just wish he didn’t think they all needed to be done immediately. Because the only definition of retirement we have perfected is through exhaustion. That ‘go to bed’ option looks mighty fine at the end of these busy days.
…and keep praying!