OK, so a couple of my readers wonder if Cliff ever relaxes. They say he wears them out.
You don't understand.
The work Cliff does on our place is how he relaxes. It's what he loves to do, it's his recreation.
We have friends from our younger days who sold their place once they retired: they live in a camper, and go deep-sea fishing in Florida in wintertime. It seems one of their main occupations these days is shuffleboard. This fellow told Cliff, last time we saw them, "I sure don't miss putting up hay!"
Dear Lord, Cliff's idea of hell is being confined to playing shuffleboard and going fishing. He loves putting up hay!
Please don't expect him to sit and watch TV unless he's put in several hours of work around here first.
I believe some of the old codgers who read my journal will say a hearty "amen" to this.
I've lived with this man for over thirty years. I know what it takes to make him happy. He's most relaxed when he's doing some project around our home place.
Trust me on this.
And if he really needs some extra help relaxing, we'll hop on the Honda and go for a little road trip.