This morning Vince was talking to his best friend from college. They’ve remained friends through the years. Vince was telling him that he’s now retired and then Vince looked at me like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar and he said “I’ll have to talk to Judy”. Before he even told me anything, I was saying . . GO! I’ll help you pack!
His friend said “It’s a 2 bedroom condo so Judy can come too!” Oh no. I have chickens, and a garden and a dog and 2 cats and I might need to get a haircut during that time, and I’ll probably need to buy groceries, and maybe pull a few weeds. I’d better stay home! 🙂
His friend has a timeshare that includes a boat. He and his wife go every year for 2 weeks but this year, his wife isn’t going so he asked Vince to go and they’ll get in lots of fishing time. Vince hung up the phone, got online, got his flights booked . . he is ready to go!
As he was looking at the airline schedules, he said “How long do you want me to stay?” I said “Don’t make me answer that question!”
TWELVE days . . home alone . . 12 days . . pinch me . . is this real?
Should I feel bad that I’m so excited about being home alone for 12 days? I only remember one time in the past 20 years that I’ve been home alone for 12 days. That was in the summer of about 1999 – Chad had gone to his dad’s and Vince and this same friend had gone fishing in Canada.
I love him. I’m glad to have him home but by the time this trip comes up, I will be so glad to have some alone time. And, by the time he gets back, I will be very happy to have him home.
I like retirement more today than I did yesterday. 🙂