She is the Boss

Back in 2002, we scouted this Central Oregon Coast for a place to retire. Actually, over a period of several years, we scouted most every city within 100 miles of the coast from the Mexican border Astoria, the northern most coast of Oregon. And prior to that, we looked all over the inland areas of central and norther California, Nevada, Arizona, Colorado and New Mexico. But the best spot for us was the last spot. So we were led here....To retire (I thought)..

It was really easy for me not to work any longer. Easy not to shave unless I want, easy to get up early and fish, or sleep in late only to ride the Harley, easy to walk the countless trail, and easy just to relax.

Not so though with my perfect wife. I call her that because everybody thinks she is perfect, and everyone likes her better than me. And I do too. She's keeps me going (and going, and going). She actually misses working, and has from the start. So, to fill her void, she took up volunteering and went just bout anywhere someone would take her. Finally she ended up at our local Animal Shelter.

First she did a day a week cleaning cat boxes, but what was supposed to be a 4 hour gig, worked into about 8 because she just had to play with the kitties while she did their cleaning. She loved it, and soon it became several days a week, plus a Saturday a month to run the adoption clinic at the local grocery store. Then she was elected to the Board of Directors, and later offered a full time paid position. Now, guess what? Today was her first day as the Chief Administrative Officer. I'm very proud of her, although this was not the plan. I just go where I'm led.

So much for retirement...