…a lifetime to go.
I’ve always believed no two people were ever meant to live together, side by side, 24/7. Now that Mr.P and I have done just that for the last month… I believe it even more.
And if anyone tells me they adore their mates even more now that they are retired and hanging around the house under-foot, I will immediately suspect there are alcoholic beverages involved in their thought process.
Girlfriend and alone time have become sacred. I have found myself making out a bill just so I can have time by myself in the car as I make a run to the mailbox. I’m sure I’m making this sound much worse than it is… but sheesh, I’m just not use to all this togetherness. Pre-retirement consisted of maybe three awake hours together a day. Oh yeah… this is going to take some major adjustments on my part for sure.
However, not everything has been serious business. There have been many light moments as we learn to share the joy of everyday living.
Mr.P has been working on his ‘projects’ list. As soon as we get some rain, our yard is going to be wonderful. His man-cave/office/TV room is fully functional. However I have noticed… as he works on his projects my do-list inflates from his activities. This is just wrong and will be dealt with.
On the FUN side of this adventure is we now grocery shop together. (Until about a month ago Mr.P would have a hard time identifying a grocery store.) I once had this down to a science. List ready, know the store layout, have a set pattern for shopping and bagging and can be in-n-out in record time. Not any more…
Mr.P insists on pushing the cart. Has no concept of watching for others with carts as he ganders at all items while strolling through every aisle. (We wouldn’t want to miss anything.) In the meantime we are bumping into each other, he’s throwing extra items in the cart as I’m checking and putting them back. It doesn’t seem to matter if I feed him before we step into the store… the meat department is his candy store and we always come home with a surprise item.
But… I love the way he wants to help out around the house. This will be a good thing… someday. But for now he will stand staring at the washing machine as he yells down the hall asking what settings to use each time he starts a load of laundry. This can become a little annoying.
But by far my new favorite game is … Dishwasher Scavenger Hunt!
That’s right… He unloads the dishwasher putting everything neatly away and proud of his accomplishment. I just don’t know exactly where he’s put many of the items. For the last two weeks the search has been on for the two-cup measure, a colander, a spatula and a cutting board. I hunt until I find them or ask for help. But sometimes the help can’t find them either. Hmmm…
The Adventure Continues….
Reminder: NEVER misplace your sense of humor.