When my husband was offered a job here four years ago, we decided to take the leap to move from San Antonio to Virginia Beach. It meant I had to give up my well-paying job as an academic dean. Since I had enough years in at the school district, I was able to retire and receive my teacher retirement pension. Yes, I could have looked for work here, but one of the things we were looking forward to was for us to be able to see our children more and for me to go on business trips with my husband. Getting another job would have meant I could do neither.
Giving up my paycheck, though, has meant we have had to be a little more creative with our cash flow since there isn’t as much flowing. My husband takes care of most of the bills and the mortgage, and I buy all our groceries, presents for all the children and grandchildren, the quarterly bug spraying service, my piano tuning, our membership to the YMCA, and other miscellaneous items. Many miscellaneous items. In fact, my little teacher retirement deposit gets stretched more and more, but, thankfully, it always seems to make it until the next one gets deposited.
The other day my husband asked if I could pick up the payment for something this month, and I said I should be able to afford it. Then, on Saturday we went to lunch at a little gourmet food market and sandwich shop, one where you place your order at the counter and they buzz you when your order is ready. We were sitting outside, enjoying our iced tea, when the pager went off. As my husband got up to get our food, I handed him my credit card and said, “Lunch is on me, since I’m the only one who ever seems to have any money. In fact, I think you stay with me because of my money.” He leaned over and whispered in my ear. I laughed. “Yes, there’s that, too.”