We’ve been married more than forty years, but we both just retired. It’s like getting married, except no honeymoon. I get up early to write and make coffee. Bud gets up, fixes our coffee and we drink coffee for a while. I cook breakfast and tidy up a bit while Bud checks the history channel to see what Hitler is up to today or to see which Global Disasters are headed our way before he goes out to his shop till lunch. This morning, like usual, I asked Bud to help a little. “Would you please vacuum the living room?” His face fell, like always.
Before he could agree, “Okay, but let me ……………first.,” I realized, We don’t have to do this everyday. He’s not going to do it anyway. There’s no need for us both to be frustrated.
“Oh, never mind. I’ll do it. You go on out to the shop.” Our lives just got a lot simpler. Now, I need to go vacuum, so we can both get back to what we love to do.