Since last I wrote, very little has occurred that gives me fodder to write about. Neither the police chief, nor any former police chief, has done or said anything newsworthy that I am aware of. Although I have a least one City Council meeting to catch up on, I have heard very little from this fine group of public-spirited citizens, so again, nothing to report. I think I have no choice but to report on the state of my retirement, and how this valiant effort is proceeding. Fortunately, this is not a letter home because as the expression goes, it is nothing to write home about. In all fairness to the concept of retirement, and the retirement enthusiasts, it is only been two weeks, so the jury is still out. But, after two weeks, this is what I know.
I have, in only two weeks, developed a good starter skill set as a house husband. I find I can generally tidy up the house in a few hours each day. I feel that the benefits of retirement should extend to my wife, so it is only fair if I have less to do, then so shall she. I must admit, housework is not all that hard. I used to tease her about time spent watching soap operas and eating bonbons. There may have been more to that than I thought. A second big time filler is spending time with my two-year old granddaughter (she calls me Pa). It has been great fun bonding with her and teaching her things that her mother will hold against me for a long time to come. However, I must admit, in only two weeks I have become somewhat of an expert on the Wiggles, Yo Gabba Gabba, Bubble Guppies, and Jo-Jo the Clown. Go ahead, just ask me something.
My thoughts frequently turn to “the office” and how things are proceeding there. I always assumed when I left that my presence would be sorely missed and the day-to-day business would fall into a complete and utter state of disarray. Not so! I have received a few phone calls from former colleagues with procedural questions, but nowhere near the volume I had expected. How is this possible? Was I not indispensable? What you have just heard is the whiny sound of an inflated ego deflating. In truth, I am glad they are functioning well without me.
That is the state of my retirement, so far. I am still waiting for my sisters to show up at my door. The same sisters who said they would be happy to come around and give my wife a break. But then again, it has only been two weeks. I am sure they are busily clearing their schedules so as to accommodate me. Until then I will just continue to sit on my doorstep waiting and watching the driveway. Until next time I write I can only hope the police chief says or does something remarkable or unremarkable (the latter being most likely), I can only hope City Council returns to being inane, or maybe I have an inspired memory that will allow me to write a fun nostalgia piece. I am always looking for blog ideas, you have any?
Those are my thoughts, what are yours?
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DISCLAIMER: For those who were born without a sense of humor, this article was intended to be light-hearted and tongue-in-cheek.