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Carol Perkins: The Tiller

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By Carol Perkins

He's getting on my last nerve.

Have you heard that expression? It is an apt one for Guy Perkins, the retired Guy Perkins. He could say the same.

For the last month, Guy has been in a land of retirement. It is more like a foreign country. Since he got out of college, he has been on the road with his job. Gone two nights and three days a week. I didn't think about how long he was gone during that time because it was his job.

COVID took Guy off the road, and he started working from home. At least he was busy wheeling, dealing, and thinking about clients and how to make things happen. (He was in industrial sales.)

When he was contemplating retirement, I offered the pros and cons.


I worried about his feeling of having a lack of purpose because that happened to me. Guy has no hobbies and no desire for any. He doesn't piddle well.

"When the weather warms up, I'll be outside," he said from his recliner.

One nice day, he cranked up his tiller with the intention of plowing up the barren spots in our yard and sowing grass (again). The tiller wouldn't crank. Dead. Shot. No hope of fixing it for an acceptable amount, so he researched online.

He found one for $77.00, and because it had a store name on the ad, he bought it and then realized he had likely been scammed. I merely suggested he would never see this tiller, and he stewed over this for a week. Still no $77 tiller.

However, he found one from a "real" person in Nicholasville.

"You're driving to Nicholasville for a tiller?" I asked.

"What else do I have to do?"

I watched him drive off far too early for me to ride along, and by dinnertime, he was home with his tiller.

"The guy even offered me a job!"

I wanted to say, "And you didn't take it?"

He spent an entire day putting it together.

Retirement is growing on him, and his being home all the time is growing on me.

He has learned not to say, "What do you have planned for lunch?" and I have learned not to suggest projects to keep him busy.


You can contact Carol at carolperkins06@gmail.com.


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