Since retirement Clay and I spend all our time together and as a result, we have some VERY interesting conversations. Retirement is a complete life change for a man who has spent his entire adult life working to build a career and support his family. Facing a life without those borders, assigned deadlines and commitments, where everyday is free to your own imaginings and feels like Saturday, can reap unexpected changes.
For one, he encroaches on my territory in ways that could be dangerous.
1. He tries to be my fashion advisor. Unfortunately his point of fashion focus appears to be his mother. I don’t contend with the idea that she was a fashionable woman in her time but until middle aged womens attire from 1975 becomes the new cool….I will not be wearing that pantsuit made from my grandmother’s upholstery he’s picked out!
2. Although I’m a certified Interior Decorator, he’s also taken up “decorating” our home. Let me just give you a recap of misters lawn chair and blow up furniture filled home he had when we met and stop him right there.
3. Also, I’m the cook in this family, been cooking and serving meals long before adulthood and every day since. He not only accuses me but tells everyone he meets that it’s my good cooking that’s to blame for his weight gain! Now this guy wants to stand in my kitchen, questioning if I’m doing it right?!?! This actually does remind me of his mother.
Once, while frying chicken for dinner, his father commented, “That’s not how my mother does it”, at which point, she simply opened the kitchen window and promptly launched the platter out! “Bet your mother never did that either?” she said. (Makes me feel all warm fuzzy inside.)
One day while driving, Clay says “do you think I’ve developed a man- gina since I retired because when we passed Evergreen (a home decor store) I think I felt my uterus twitch!” (His uncouthness has NOT improved)
Though rolling with laughter, I did concur he’s now rather obsessed with decorating, cooking and romantic comedies.
So while driving to Redbox to rent movies yesterday, he asks if I have any lotion. (I somewhat believe that he thinks my purse is a convenience store) “No! I don’t have any lotion.” At which he responds, “What kind of a woman are you that doesn’t carry lotion in their purse!?!?”
Me: “What kind of a woman are you!?!?” I blurt. “Shouldn’t you be carrying your M-urse with your own lotion and chapstick?” 🤗🤣
Always with love – Laura