Monday, August 16, 2010
Tom. Retired. Retreaded.
Back from the ritual Sunset Beach in August. But all those superlatives must wait for another day, another forum. The real news, of course, now not so new, is that Tom is really, totally, completely, without a doubt retired. No more Vanderbilt, no more VA, no more clinics.
No more dress slacks: it's suspenders every day all day. I have labeled his current state as one of "suspendered animation".
He quit on a Wednesday, and his new Kubota arrived on that Saturday--a large orange (non-UT) object squatting in our driveway. The spader is yet to arrive.
As the sole support of this operation at this time, I have registered small and tentative objections to this outlay, ladylike peeps of "Do you really think...?", and "What about...?" Tom points out, not without truth on his side, and not without justification (sanctification is a good ways off, alas), that this is indeed not a yacht, a small red convertible, or an expensive lady friend.
Anyhow, adjustments all around: suspenders, schedules, kitchen clean-up, and tractor education.
I'm envious. I think.