When my husband retired, he was worried what he would do with himself.
He thought he would take some time to relax.
He wanted to go fishing, on a hunting trip, and do some travelling with me. I slapped him when he put his fishing and hunting ahead of time with me, but he only laughed. He said he had so much to do, he think he could bored if he lived another thirty years. Thirty years lasted exactly two months, three days, fourteen hours, and six minutes. He sat in the living room with his paper, looking at nothing, and I asked him if he was okay. He said he should be working and not sitting around the house doing nothing. I asked him if he wanted to go back to the HVAC company. He threw the paper and pulled me over near him. He said he was fine, but just bored. I asked him if he wanted to work on his own. He could become a freelance HVAC technician and just service the people in the neighborhood. He wasn’t sure he would like that either. He was afraid they would be calling him all night long, but I assured him it didn’t work that way. All he had to do is tell them he only worked from 8 AM until 4PM, unless it was an absolute emergency. He asked me what constituted an emergency. I told him it had to be our HVAC system that is broken, or they had to be freezing to death. Everyone could survive a night without air conditioning, unless it was his wife.