"We are not measured by the trials we meet -- only by those we overcome."
- - Spencer W. Kimball
June 10, 2013
Working When You Don't Have To
by Kathryn H. Kidd

Recently, the fifth of the month has had a little bit more significance than it usually has in the Kidd household. It was December 5 when I first was incarcerated in the hospital. It was March 5 when I was paroled. And sandwiched right in the middle of those two auspicious dates was February 5 — the day when Fluffy was laid off from work.

We were not planning on Fluffy losing his job. In fact, Fluffy loved his place of employment. It was in California, which is the perfect location for a person who lives in Virginia. Fluffy worked at this place for a little more than a year without ever meeting a single other employee face to face.

Because he worked from home, Fluffy got up when he wanted to and worked when he wanted to. This is not to say he did not work at all. Fluffy has always been one of those people who can get more work done in fifteen minutes than other employees can get between start time and lunch. So he would work and work, and then we would watch a little TV or play “Ticket to Ride.” Life was good in the Kidd household when Fluffy had a job.

The way we planned it was that Fluffy would work at this same place until he was 65 or so, and then he would see if he could get some contracting work from the same company and get a little extra paycheck even after he was retired. That sounded good to both of us.

What we didn’t count on was that in the interest of corporate profits, the company would get a new CEO who would fire a goodly amount of the employees. Employees who had only worked for the company for a year and who lived all the way across the continent from everyone else were naturally the first ones to go, and Fluffy showed up at my hospital room on February 5 without a job to call his own.

People our age define themselves by their jobs. “I’m a writer,” I may say. It doesn’t matter that I do precious little writing and get paid very little. When I do work, writing is what I do and being a writer is what I am.

The same is true with Fluffy. “I’m a software designer,” Fluffy tells people. He may prefer being a photographer to a software designer, but after a career in the computer business, that’s how he thinks of himself. Or at least, that’s how he thought of himself when he had a job.

Recently I have heard Fluffy describe himself as being semi-retired. He does this the way a man might approach a crazy shirt he secretly likes, but that other people may laugh at if he puts it on. When he did it, he looked at me out of the corner of his eye, as though he were trying to see what I thought of the crazy shirt.

I’ve always liked crazy shirts. When Fluffy described himself as “semi-retired,” I told him, “You might as well go all the way and just be retired. That sounds more fun than semi-retirement.”

So today, Fluffy is retired. A job may come out of nowhere that he still may take, once I don’t need him to babysit me the way I need him now. But unless that happens, Fluffy is out of the workforce, which is fine with me.

This does not mean Fluffy is not working. Recently when he whistles at me, it is likely to be from the portico behind me. Fluffy has been using a ladder to get to the top of the portico, where he has been replacing a piece of rotted wood at an impossible height.


This window is a lot higher up than the close-up indicates.

Yesterday I looked out one of the windows next to the portico, and there was a ladder on top of the portico. Fluffy had taken a ladder up there and was getting leaves out of the gutter on our roof. I’m glad I didn’t know about it until he was already finished doing the dangerous stuff.

Job 14:1 says, “Man that is born of a woman is of few days and full of trouble.” I don’t know if “trouble” describes Fluffy, but he is always doing something. He may or may not have retired from a paying job, but Fluffy will never retire from life.

This is something to be admired and emulated. I want to be just like Fluffy when I grow up.


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About Kathryn H. Kidd

Kathryn H. Kidd has been writing fiction, nonfiction, and "anything for money" longer than most of her readers have even been alive. She has something to say on every topic, and the possibility that her opinions may be dead wrong has never stopped her from expressing them at every opportunity.

A native of New Orleans, Kathy grew up in Mandeville, Louisiana. She attended Brigham Young University as a generic Protestant, having left the Episcopal Church when she was eight because that church didn't believe what she did. She joined The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints as a BYU junior, finally overcoming her natural stubbornness because she wanted a patriarchal blessing and couldn't get one unless she was a member of the Church. She was baptized on a Saturday and received her patriarchal blessing two days later.

She married Clark L. Kidd, who appears in her columns as "Fluffy," more than thirty-five years ago. They are the authors of numerous LDS-related books, the most popular of which is A Convert's Guide to Mormon Life.

A former managing editor for Meridian Magazine, Kathy moderated a weekly column ("Circle of Sisters") for Meridian until she was derailed by illness in December of 2012. However, her biggest claim to fame is that she co-authored Lovelock with Orson Scott Card. Lovelock has been translated into Spanish and Polish, which would be a little more gratifying than it actually is if Kathy had been referred to by her real name and not "Kathryn Kerr" on the cover of the Polish version.

Kathy has her own website, www.planetkathy.com, where she hopes to get back to writing a weekday blog once she recovers from being dysfunctional. Her entries recount her adventures and misadventures with Fluffy, who heroically allows himself to be used as fodder for her columns at every possible opportunity.

Kathy spent seven years as a teacher of the Young Women in her ward, until she was recently released. She has not yet gotten used to interacting with the adults, and suspects it may take another seven years. A long-time home teacher with her husband, Clark, they have home taught the same family since 1988. The two of them have been temple workers since 1995, serving in the Washington D.C. Temple.

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