It’s been nearly 6 months since hubby’s last day at the highway, officially 12/16/16. I was in NYC on the actual party day, but he was properly fete’d by all the young guys to whom he has been a mentor, as well as a whole quarry of old codgers who had worked with him in the past. When I returned to Sonnystone on the 19th, our new life began.
At first, it was kind of like going away to college–we were free to stay up all night and/or to sleep all morning. It was the holiday season, so we decked the halls and all that. After the New Year, he dove right in and remodeled the laundry room. It was a mild winter, so we spent part of February blazing a new path and making space for gnomes in our woods. We spent a week on Dauphin Island in March. By the time I solo’d to NYC again in April, he had nearly completed the new garden beds and fences. After planting, we took a break to camp in the Smokies, and ever since we have been continuing to spruce up for the summer season. We babysit the grandkids frequently and he has done some work over at the Jrs. house. His usual mowing, wood-chopping, and fixing jobs have kept him busy and he claims that except for the machinery, he doesn’t miss work at all.
As for me, I am delighted to have him here to pal around with, but… I write less, I read less, and I have given up watching what I want on TV. My blogs are quickly-put-together pictures and commentary, not much more. I haven’t sat down and spent a day working on Any project like I used to. Though we’ve settled into a routine (we go to bed early and get up early), I haven’t yet been able to incorporate any Me time into it yet. I still clean the house and cook the meals, all our traditional gender-based duties, and his constant gotta-be-doing-something has rubbed off and I am outside attracting chiggers and skeeters more than in my whole life. The other morning, for the first time, I kinda wished he would go to work so I could just be alone. Just one day.
By the time the pensions and annuities and social security kicked in, I had stressed over the insurance premiums (less than we paid at the state, thank-you, President Obama) and started feverishly throwing money into savings. By May it was worked out, but the picture is not as rosy as I had hoped. It’s doubtful we can afford to be snowbirds this year, but that’s due to the fact that we are taking 2 (yes, two) trips to WDW, one in October with the Jrs. and in January or March with the newyorkers. Overall, though, the worry was unnecessary, as usual. He wasn’t worried at all…
This morning I am up early to finish packing, grabbing an alone minute or two. We are driving up to Indy and flying from there to LaGuardia. Eliza is graduating from kindergarten at St. Joseph and they make a big deal of it. We went for Emma’s, so we’re keeping it even, and I’m going to wear the same hat. (I made a wonderful friend at Emma’s kindergarten party: Brownie Severine. I doubt I’ll get so lucky this trip.) The girls are doing their Irish dancing on Saturday, and we’ll head home Sunday morning. Together.
So far, So good…