Oh, this retirement is turning out to be an eye-opening disappointment.¬† It is surely not how I planned on spending my retirement.¬† But putting that aside, yesterday I was trapped at home.¬† Now, I am not the kind of person to go run the roads, or go window shopping, or just go for no reason.¬† I feel that’s a waste of time, a waste of gas.¬† And so, unless I have an errand to run, I stay home.¬† And that means my car stays in the garage.¬† When I was teaching I drove my car 30 minutes one way to work, 5 days a week.¬† Now that I’m retired, I might drive it one day a week but only for a 10-min trip.¬† So my car doesn’t get used much, and it doesn’t charge up the battery like it should, and sure enough.¬† Yesterday, my car wouldn’t start.¬† Between the low driving and the extreme cold, the battery died.¬† And so there I was — stuck.
I really didn’t have anything to do.¬† My plan had been just to take my car out for a ride, to try to charge up the battery some.¬† But that battery out-smarted me.¬† It died.¬† And I couldn’t go anywhere.¬† And suddenly, I felt trapped.¬† My car is 9 years old, and already has some problems with it.¬† I had told my husband that when it died, that was it.¬† We wouldn’t replace it.¬† I was retired, what would I need with a new car?¬† The few times I needed a car, I could just drive hubby to work and use his truck.¬† But here I was, feeling trapped at my house just because the battery is dead.¬† I’m so used to being independent.¬† I must not be ready to give that up yet.
But to the point.¬† I had a dead battery and everyone’s at work, including my hubby and son.¬† And so I had to sit around and play in graphics programs to wait for hubby to come home from work so we could go get another battery.
So he changes his after-school plans to go visit his mom in the nursing home and comes straight home so he can help me out.¬† After spending a whole day working, he changes his clothes and immediately starts removing the dead battery.¬† He ironically comments that I didn’t know where it was, but there is a battery charger in the garage.¬† Actually, I had thought he had one, but it wouldn’t have done me any good since I don’t know how to use it either.
So I jokingly tell him, “I think you sabotaged my car, killed the battery, so that I couldn’t go dancing with my boyfriend.”¬† And he just laughs!¬†¬†¬† He’s so sure that I love and adore him, that he doesn’t even feel threatened by me suggesting that.
And why should I love him?
It’s not like he dropped his plans without a word to come help me.
It’s not like he has picked up extra chores around the house — like washing dishes and laundry — because I have trouble bending over.
It’s not like he has to dress me — put my socks on because my back won’t let me touch my feet now.¬† (I can put on my own shoes because I fixed the laces so that they are loose enough to just slip my feet in.)
It’s not like he has to continue working for a while, because I had to retire earlier than planned.
He does all those things, and more for me, and does it all without complaint.
But that’s not why I love him.
I love him, because he’s cute and sexy! 8-)¬†