Monday, June 17, 2013

We're not ready to be put out to pasture...

From here, looking at the view of retirement, well let's just say, it ain't an ocean view, more like a brick wall on the other side of an alley where the garbage dumpster sits.  Our nest won't even be empty at retirement.  My husband's dreams of retirement means  doing only one job instead of two.  Pastors rarely retire from preaching.  It's like telling a painter to put away his brushes and just look at the blank canvas.  Re-tirement is getting four new tires and ready to go!  A little R & R along the way helps.

Our daughter works at the hospital with a lot of traveling nurses who are only here a few weeks at a time and often have to stay at ratty hotels.  She rents an extra room, with a pool view, to one of them.  It brings in a tidy little sum.  She's encouraging us to do likewise, fitting out a room with a bed, Wi-Fi, a small refrigerator and perhaps a microwave.

When you've been a foster parent, you've live with plenty of home visits.  Someone is always coming through your door evaluating not just your child but your parenting and your home. We were used to that; after all, we used to live in a fishbowl when we lived in a parsonage.  We've had various family and friends live with us for much of our married life (two sisters, three brothers, a widowed friend, a young expecting couple, church teenagers, a daughter and her husband and little family and various friends of our children in need of shelter as well as several foster children.)

Sometimes it's nice and calm...

However, it causes us pause as we raise two teenage boys in our noisy household, not to mention visiting grandchildren.  It would mean I might have to get up out of my chair instead of hollering down the hallway to get their attention.  Maybe we could use an intercom of paper cups and string.  And the thought of Mr. Messy sharing my bathroom is enough to cause revolt since he couldn't be trusted in a guest's bathroom unless they wanted a knee deep carpet of dirty clothes and wet towels.  This is the kid when I put a bottle of Soft Scrub on the side of the tub thought it was a new product to wash his smelly body.  Out of all the fights to get him to use shampoo and soap, he chose this bathroom cleanser to do the job.  Still, it would be easy supplemental income.  Something to think about, a nurse in residence just in case...

 we get the crazies!
"Unless the Lord builds the house,
 They labor in vain who build it;
Unless the Lord guards the city,
The watchman keeps awake in vain.
It is vain for you to rise up early,
To RETIRE late,
To eat the bread of painful labors;
For He gives to His beloved even in his sleep.
Behold, children are a gift of the Lord;
The fruit of the womb is a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,
So are the children of one's youth.
How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them;
They shall not be ashamed,
When they speak with their enemies in the gate."
Psalm 127
In dollars and cents we might not be able to retire for 75 more years or so, but our quiver is full.
My crazy man and I will be celebrating our 40th anniversary by flying away to Virginia to see some family and to explore the unknown sights while brave souls are taking care of our zoo at home.  I'm leaving several posts for while I'm gone, all wadded up and thrown out there,  but we'll be back till on the 25th.


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