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| Bill get his ride to the Wilmington VAMC |
Just got back from dropping Bill off at Rt. 5 and 1 for him to catch his ride for his appointment at the Wilmington VAMC. The local American Legion Post offers free rides (small donations accepted) for us old vets so we don't have to make the 89 mile one way trip ourselves.
You know what this means don't you folks? This means I have the WHOLE MORNING TO MYSELF. Hey, don't get me wrong, I love Bill to death but I'm telling you, it is NICE to have some time to myself.
I've probably written about this before and at the risk of belaboring the subject, I'll write about it again. Oh, don't worry about Bill. He says he doesn't read my blog anyway. And besides, if he did he already knows how I feel about having a precious few hours by myself.
For you see folks, when Bill retired at age 55 in 1980 (yes, it was that LONG ago), he has almost always stayed home. Bill is a domesticated creature. He may complain about he doesn't like our home in Delaware but that's where you'll almost find him. Yes, for the last thirty-three years Bill has been a stay-at-home partner (or whatever the term de jour for the other half of a gay relationship is these days). Not that I'm complaining. After Bill and I moved into our new house in Pennsylvania in 1980, I suggested that he quit his job and just stay at home and take care of the "estate" (as we tongue in cheek called our little gay abode). For you see folks, at that time I made enough money for the BOTH of us. But, you know how those things work out. A few years later I lost my job and we began on our Journey of Survival or shall I say My Journey of Survival.
I've never regretted my suggestion to Bill to stay at home. He is very handy around the house plus we never had to worry about being robbed. That was the main reason I asked Bill to quit his job. However the only thing I didn't bargain for was that Bill would be at home ALL THE TIME. Yep folks, he's always here.
I come home from a long, hard, stressful day at work. The last thing I want to hear and deal with is some needy person. Not going to happen. Bill wants to hear about my day. He has a thousand questions to ask me. My day continues unabated.
Over the years I have adjusted to this different non-stop "needy" lifestyle. Again, don't get me wrong. I love Bill to death but sometimes, just SOMETIMES, I want to be alone. No questions, no "where are you going now?", no nothing.
So this morning I'm going to enjoy the next three plus hours of total quiet and NO QUESTIONS. That is until around 12 o'clock when Bill will call from his cell phone to pick him up at the liquor store at Rts. 1 and 5 (about three miles up the road). Ah yes, total quiet and just doing whatever the hell I want to without having to explain myself. NICE.
