So here we go folks. . . first official post of retirement life. Now understand, I think this would be much better with facial expressions and emotion but I'll do my best. It's a somewhat long one, so enjoy.
I somehow thought I'd immediately sleep in. No work, no hurry, no worries. Nope. Up by 5:30am most days, auto coffee that DD makes the night before, on by 6:00am so I pretend to sleep in. He's already been gone for about an hour in the recliner downstairs. His shoulders are so bad with arthritis from years as a motor cop, his arms and hands go numb during the night and the chair, on his back, seems to help. (This, by the way, has it's own description of life which will follow).
My feet are jacked up from broken bones, stress fractures and probably just getting old. I get out of bed (I do not Hop) and stand. Just stand. Every bone in both feet start crackling. Then stretching. Then the very unattractive waddle, until my feet understand they belong to me, to the bathroom. The bathroom that I already made a trip to in the middle of the night, didn't flush, and now am befriending again. I then make the bed and head downstairs.
I am greeted every single morning of my life with the lilting silly voice he puts on "Good morning beautiful!". I always respond with "Good morning handsome", trot over to the chair, kiss him on the mouth and head to the coffee pot. I always ask if he wants a cup and 99% of the time it's a no. But I ask, just in case, for the 1% of yes. I decorate it with a spoon of Splenda and sugar free vanilla creamer and then this is where retirement really begins.
Every single day of my life since he retired 1 1/2 years ago he is in that damn chair watching Andy Griffith, Mayberry RFD. Every Day. E V E R Y D A Y. We've been through all the seasons including when stoooopid Helen Crump (in his words a complete bitch) joined and it went to color. He is ALWAYS in his jersey underwear, a pillow under his arms and a blankie over his body as the family room is ARCTIC cold with the slider open. I have now been over dramatic with throwing the fleece lined blanket over me, sipped on hot coffee and he says (everyday) "I love the chill on my face" (his only exposed part of his body by the way). I laugh every day. I love it every day. He is a freaking clown every day.
Then starts the body functions. ( I will backtrack in a moment here) Evidently leather chairs are prime condition for the very necessary action of expelling body gas via the rear entrance to the gluteus maximus. However.... when you say Cha Cha Cha after every fart with a toe pointed, your face turned over your shoulder at me, and both arms askew, well. . . you'd be appallingly amused as well. I have seriously laughed at this fu**ing motion now for 6 years. (there was a dating honeymoon period).
Our first cruise together, he was showering and I was blow drying my hair watching the in cruise game show. The question was "what is the most disgusting thing about your spouse"? I said, that's easy. Rut Ro, it was on. He wanted to know how that was so easy. I responded with, you never say excuse me or I'm sorry for burping or farting. I have had an apology for both since then. So let's explain DD's daily constitution. It starts with his simple movement of going and sitting on the toilet, with the door open explaining that his is "sitting like a bitch". He is doing that until things change and the door closes, that means it went to stage "2". Then he flushes, opens the door, looks lovingly over his shoulder and proclaims "good bye old friend! You spent the night with me". This by the way beats his proclamations of "There's a snake in my boot!"
Now, let's get to retirement. I'm at my every single week Wednesday breakfast breakfast with my girlfriends of over 20 years and we get into body functions. We meet at Coco's in Ontario at he Ontario Mills. We sit in the same booth with the same amazing server Chiloe and we debrief. We rope in innocent bystanders. We take over the eating area. We don't care. We have things to say.
This morning was the unexpected first forage into body functions. I'm not sure how it started. I know coffee had hit bottom and I went to the bathroom and it was impressive. So I come back to the table and said something about our conversation last week about farting in public. (Referencing years ago when Judy and I were in Big Bear antiquing and she told me NOT to go over "there". I thought it was something not worth seeing, but in fact, she had farted so badly the entire room stunk) Then Carole jumps in with her exercising on a small personal trampoline. Except she farts every time she jumps. That segways into her 10 year older sister miniature golfing, bending over and farting and explaining that that's what happens when you get older. Then I go into my exe-s Grandmother just walking along farting because she heard of a man that died holding them in. Then that leads to me fessing up to my #2 has decided to run up the back of me creating skid marks. Completely embarrassing but true. Now Ellie is admitting to her husband donning the same daily uniform as DD (who by the way when I read him this so far was completely incensed that I did not call them boxer briefs) and is also watching Andy every day.
So we are officially spitting laughing. Chiloe wants in on the action. We've disrupted the restaurant and Judy left early on and has no idea all this went on. Shit. Literally shit. Ok, we are crying laughing. Can't believe we've turned into "those folks" but love each other. Hug. Kiss. See you next week. Good grief.