My husband has two switches in his head–on and off! I have never been able to locate a neutral button.
Jay is easily one of the hardest working people God ever created, although I’m not sure he was born to this role—in fact, his response to those who ask him how he continues to keep going at such a pace is to reference how early in his life he started working, thus attributing stamina to years of practice. I suspect there may also be a little stubborn compulsivity attached to his overdrive. I know he gets kind of a charge running rings around almost everyone, including those much younger and much less handy.
I, too, am a reasonably productive and hardworking individual, but compared to Jay I’m a slacker. I learned a long, long time ago that I would collapse if I tried to keep pace, so I just give him tons of credit and lots of room to roam! I frequently remind him that although he thinks he is invincible, I am reasonably certain he is in danger of self-combustion.
Occupationally, Jay is a switchman for the Union Pacific Railroad. Retirement? What? When he can play with trains? He says no.
But there’s been a slight change in status.
My grandfather was also a railroad man, so I grew up knowing that the cupola on a caboose is called a crow’s nest, eating lunch is going to beans and a derail is on the ground or in the dirt. Well, Jay is in the dirt–at least temporarily.
He is home recovering from hand surgery. Overuse or repetitive stress—he is in a very physical industry—contributed to a large cyst-like growth on the palm of his hand. Pain meds, lots of stitches, a large bandage and a stern warning from his surgeon to take it easy is anchoring this handyman HOME for a few weeks. Yikes!
I suggested he consider “practicing retirement,” but the look he gave me was a little sad and slightly concerned that I was formulating a subversive plot behind his back.
Living with an overachiever I have become accustomed to a lot of room for my own independent schedule. He is a bit too busy himself to worry about what I’m up to. If I want to stay up until all hours of the night (or early morning) reading posts or getting caught up on my own blog maintenance, I can usually sneak it in! Now I have to wonder. How will he feel about my on-line addiction? Will I have to “come clean?”
He certainly has a lot of adjusting to do, and I guess I’m also going to do some recalibrating over the next few weeks! I came home from my yoga class and followed the sound of laughter into the den. There he sat, laughing uproariously at the antics of an old Seinfeld episode. Other than sports, Jay has never really watched prime time television, but has now discovered the sitcom. I suppose there may be some health benefits from all the laughter…but a fifteen-year old sitcom re-run? I didn’t anticipate this!
I’m really not sure what the next few weeks are going to look like. I may be doing a little more laughing myself. Or we may be tripping over one another. I suspect it will be a little of both! So if I lag behind in my reading and posting, just picture us home in the evenings with Jerry, George, Kramer and Elaine! I fear there may be hundreds of these episodes!