I live in a near-constant state of exasperation. I fear that when he does retire, he will become a GOG (Grumpy Old Git), as did his father and grandfather before him. annsixty would be very welcome to him at that point.
In the meantime, what can you do when someone buys you the most thoughtful little gifts, but then you find him packing. 'What are you doing?' you ask, a little concerned. 'Packing, to go to the athletics meet, of course!' Then comes the @what' meet?' 'I put it on the calendar, I told you about it!'
You both go downstairs, nothing on the calendar, he didn't ever tell you, and you are both meant to be at a dinner party the following night! But he goes anyway.