For almost four weeks, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and Yours Truly have enjoyed an exceptional time together.
It has been the rich experience that I never thought I would experience until I retired from everything. But, if this is retirement, “Lord, so be it.”
Nothing to complain about here.
We have enjoyed spending quality time together and catching up on things that happened 50 years ago. His memory is much better than mine, without a doubt.
This free time has truly been a rejuvenating experience, at least for me.
I must confess that I have had a pajama dilemma that I have never experienced before.
When do I take off my pajamas in the morning, get dressed, and then when do I undress and put on my pajamas? This new schedule has not been clearly described, at least from my wife’s perspective. How long can I wear my pajamas? And you wear a tie with pajamas?
I tried to explain to my wife that we are saving a lot of water by not having to do laundry as much as we used to. That doesn’t sit well with her.
Although we can be on a fairly relaxed schedule, she still maintains a schedule.
Breakfast, lunch and dinner are always prepared at the same time every day. I wouldn’t mind if you ate something (other than vegetables) throughout the day, particularly an Apple Fritter. But no, we are on a strict diet. And when I say “strict,” I mean what she determines to cook.
Do not misunderstand; She is an excellent cook. It is the schedule that I have a problem with.
I said to him last week: “Why don’t you prepare a good meal and let me eat whenever I want?”
That seemed like a beautiful time to me, but it didn’t go very well. According to her, there is a time to eat, and then there is a time to NOT eat. She emphasized the word NO. I got the message.
For the past few weeks, my wife has spent a lot of time in her “Craft Room”. She does a lot of crafts, and I’m not allowed into that room.
The other day, as I was walking through the craft room, I looked and she said, “Is there something you want?”
I knew the answer I was expecting, so I gave it to him and went to the other side of the house. She does a lot of work there. In fact, she has been making masks for people.
With a smile on my face, I asked him, “Are you going to make me a mask?”
Without even looking up, he said, “I don’t have enough material.”
There was no way I was going to ask him to explain what he meant by that. Deep down, he knew what he meant.
Occasionally, she would ask me to do something, and I would respond by telling her that I would and would do it.
The difference between me and my wife is that she takes everything seriously, and I still haven’t found anything I can take seriously.
“I thought you were going to take out the trash,” he told me the other day.
“I will,” I murmured as I read a little.
“When?” He said with a very severe tone in his voice. “You said you would do it yesterday.”
Being very indifferent, I said, “Well, there is always a tomorrow.” Then I would laugh. However, I realized that he never laughed.
I’m not sure how many times I put that on him, but he finally had enough.
Looking at me, she said, “You said that yesterday. This is the tomorrow you were talking about yesterday.”
I had to stop and think about what he was talking about. Tomorrow and yesterday are just words as far as I’m concerned.
During this hiatus, I didn’t think too much about the schedule. And as far as I’m concerned, yesterday and tomorrow have no real meaning for me. One day is as good as the other.
My wife, on the other hand, has a schedule that she loves to stick to. In fact, since this parenthesis, he has cleaned the house from top to bottom 117 times. At least that seems so.
Our house is so clean that I have no reason to sneeze anymore. If there was dirt, pollen, or dust, it no longer exists. He didn’t know how much he enjoyed the dust.
We were watching TV together the other night, and a ridiculous idea was dancing in my head. With nothing else to think about, this idea took focus.
Making a commercial, I looked across the room and my wife said, “What are you looking at?”
Staring, I pointed and said, “Is that the dust I see there?”
As I watched her search for that unruly particle of dust, I couldn’t help but think of a verse from Scripture. “Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, and today, and forever” (Hebrews 13: 8).
One thing I have learned is that all my yesterdays, today and tomorrow are in the hands of God, and I have nothing to worry about.