So far retirement is great. Tom’s been busy, busy, busy doing whatever he wants. Traveling to see our kids, cutting and stacking firewood, shearing Christmas trees, helping around the house (be jealous, women, be jealous), and shooting a turkey. Yep, he’s thinking this retirement thing is alright!
November 3rd was my firstborn son’s 41st birthday. And I want to know, how could I possibly have children anywhere near 4 decades old? 28, 34, 39 and…well I don’t have to say it again.
I was a child when I had him, wink, wink. But really, I kind of was — I turned 21 in October of 1973, and Nathan was born in November.
November 1st and 2nd Tom and I spent with our second son’s family. I’m not sure there’s anything better than grandson time. They are such good boys and smart and fun, and absolutely– above average — just like all the children who live in Garrison Keillor’s Lake Wobegone.
We went to church with them on Sunday and, as always, my son delivered quite a good message from his series, Life on Mission. (feel free to click and listen). This was a couple days before retirement, so we had to get on home so Tom could go to work on Monday. But before leaving town we stopped to see my brother Tom and his wife, Anne, and we were lucky enough to visit with our nephew, Tommy as well.
The day after retirement…Son #3 invited us to dinner. Alicia is a wonderful cook and it’s always a treat to go there. Adam and Alicia have chickens — two hens, named Terry and Red. They’re like pets. We hadn’t made the trek to Butler for quite awhile, so, although we’ve eaten their eggs before, this was the first time we met the chickens.
We did not have chicken for dinner. We had pork and avocado pasta and roasted brussel sprouts. Everything was delicious.
The sun goes down, the chickies follow their “mom” to the hen house. Time to go to bed.
There seems no end
We’ve only just begun!!!