Retirement Report

So far so good. In fact, it's better than good. For those of you who don't memorize these blogs (shame on you!), I'll remind you that my husband retired at the end of 2019. I wasn't worried about the big stuff--we've been married long enough to have worked out most of our issues. Besides just being tired of being alone so much (he traveled extensively for the past 15 years), it's wonderful to have someone to call when I can't open a jar or a window. Or when I need help, like the other day when I tried to pick something up off the floor while sitting in my desk chair, even though I know from past experience that that move only leads to trouble. Of course the chair tipped over, trapping me underneath it because the wheels were up against the sliding closet door that is usually open, but I had just closed. I'm sure it was quite a picture and I'm glad he didn't snap one. I'm also sure that if I'd been alone, I would eventually have gotten myself out of the trap, but I only had to wait a minute for my Super-Husband to come to the rescue. He comes running any time he hears a crash, assuming that I'm in trouble, which I often am. But we do have to work on our shopping choreography. The last time we were in a big box store, before shopping was an act of courage, I told him I only needed two things, which naturally were in the two opposite back corners of the store. In my mind, I was just there to grab these two items. But he kept seeing things and wandering off to check them out. Since he was walking a little behind me in the crowded aisles, I never knew that he had gone off sideways until I started talking to him and turned around when he didn't answer. So then I would backtrack to hunt him down. He did find several useful things that I hadn't noticed, but I was getting a little frustrated searching for him over and over. Then we hit the straightaway heading to the cashiers. I was moving along when he did it again--peeled off down an aisle. But this time I saw him out of the corner of my eye and I stopped short, cutting off the woman heading out of that aisle. She looked a little surprised and of course I said, "Sorry," as I backed up so I could follow him. As I pulled up next to her, I said, "I'm learning how to shop with my newly retired husband." She snorted and said, "I feel for ya, honey!"