I've heard so many women, throughout my life, talk about how their husbands, after they have retired, get on their nerves. So I've often wondered if that's how it would be with me.
I've had a ten-week sample of what Cliff's retirement will be like, and I'm relieved to know that my hunch was right: He doesn't get on my nerves at all when he's home all the time.
He's not a person to sit idly in the house, so I really never figured we'd have a problem. He spends most of his waking hours either doing necessary chores around our 43 acres, such as pasture-mowing or fence-mending, or else in his beloved shop, creating and inventing, and doing upkeep on his fleet of tractors, our two vehicles, and the garden tractors and lawn mowers.
Now, I'll admit I've been heard to say, during the course of these ten weeks of his recuperation, "He's driving me CRAZY!"
That was when he was doing things against doctor's orders, and I was afraid he'd do damage to himself. But that's the only way he's gotten on my nerves at all. And I've pretty much ceased to worry about his doing too much, at this point. He's learned to pace himself, and sit down and rest when he needs to.
I've had a little preview of Cliff's retirement, and I can now say, truthfully, that I'm looking forward to it.
I think I've mentioned it before, but this whole thing has made me very thankful for Cliff's good job, and for his insurance. He hasn't missed a single paycheck; his usual weekly amount is direct-deposited to our checking account every Friday morning, just like when he was working. His employer switched insurance plans recently, and I was nervous about how much we'd owe when all was said and done. But things were taken care of quite nicely, and we'll be able to pay our part of the bills off in a few weeks.
Indeed, we are blessed.