When was it, exactly, that my hubs became enamored with retirement? It’s been at least a couple years, I’d say. His passionate dream of not clocking in has paralleled my journey of inability to work. Me, at home, with assorted physical limitations. Him, at work, with a longing not to be there.
On Thurs., 8/24/2017, our two worlds converged. He is retired.
Never, in all our married life of 35 years, have we lived a ‘typical’ work schedule. I have worked mostly a 9 to 5 -type work week, M-F. He has worked various shifts, the odd days off, holidays, etc. It meant he missed a lot of events over the years. It meant I was a quasi-single mom. It kept us fed, housed, clothed. He and I did the best we could with what we had.
You know, like most of us!
And now what lies ahead? Grand schemes for travel? Great building projects? Second careers?
For now, we’re learning how to share space. He is trying on his freedom, finding small projects, rising and retiring at “normal” times. I am a fly on the wall — watching. My goal is not to interfere too much, allowing him to feel and experiment with this strange landscape. He has worked since he was a young teen. He is 64 now. He doesn’t know it yet, but he probably will struggle a bit with the sheer strangeness of it all.
Either way, I’m here.
via Daily Prompt: Enamored.
Photo: Retirement by Mark Bonica