The time had come for him to retire and he was looking forward to not having to go to the office every day. He decided, after a period of financial planning, that he would take time to do some things that had not been possible when he was a work-a-day man. One of those things would be to go fishing. Instead of packing his papers in the car for the daily commute to and from downtown, he packed a canoe on the roof of the car. But, instead of coming back to his suburban home every evening for dinner, he would spend time at the second home deep in a rural setting, and now only come back to the suburbs every 10 days or so. What was a marital relationship that had daily actual contact turned into one that was more long distance with conversations over the telephone and Internet.
“I guess he needs to get this out of his system,” his wife told me. “When he has, then I imagine I will see more of him during each day.” But, her face did not have a conviction that she really believed that this would happen anytime soon.
“Well, at least you will get some fresh fish regularly,” I said, hoping to find a silver lining. “That’s the problem. He does not seem to be catching any fish,” came back a somewhat forlorn reply.
Such can be the strange path in a search for true happiness. Perhaps I should send them both a quote from Ralph Marston.