I haven’t posted a blog lately because I have been terribly distracted with old and new computers. My old one, “Fanny,” held not only all of my documents, emails, photos, websites set-ups, Facebook contacts, but all of these same things for the historical society where I volunteer, create exhibits, write news releases, etc. So, when Fanny became terminally ill, not only did I move my things to a new computer, but I also separated and moved the historical society’s items to second new computer. Oh, woel. It was tedious, torturous and tough.
Also, my husband and I recently celebrated a milestone anniversary. There has been quite a bit of celebrating over that event. Looking back, it seems to me we have always been married. I was a mere child when we promised ourselves to each other and he may have been just out of puberty.
While we agree on all the basic points of life, we still have discussions – sometimes animated – about the small things: who was it who played the protagonist’s role in “A Good Shepherd”; who said… etc. These small disagreements are usually resolved with a hug or a smile.
Often a woman writing about her husband will give him a nickname. “Fang” comes to mind. I think of my very significant other as “Rock.” It’s appropriate. He’s a rock solid guy, my rock when needed, yet he can be stubborn and unmovable at times.
We have played a game for years, one that neither one acknowledges. It has to do with being the last one to use something – toothpaste, bar soap, etc. To win one must be the last person to use the item To lose one must be the first to open up a new tube or a bar of soap.We don’t really acknowledge winners or losers, except once Rock commented with a smile, “I see we’ve started some new soap in the shower.” He had won that one. I don’t like admitting it, but I cheated once. The toothpaste tube was so empty it was flat, so I opened a trial size the dentist had given me and used it. I felt bad afterward that I had not played fair in this silly game, and though I didn’t tell him, I never did it again.
Rock, as I said, is stubborn at times. He likes to see the toilet paper fall down from the rear of the roll while I like to see it cascade over the top. (Did you notice the verbs? Isn’t mine so much more descriptive? Is it any wonder that I prefer to see the roll that way?) Whenever he puts on a new roll it’s always the way he likes it, even though he knows I will change it. Once changed it remains that way. I imagine he chuckles when he puts on a new roll then chuckles again when he sees what I have done.
We frequently have heated discussions on politics. Our thoughts on this subject totally agree, although we are registered in different political parties. Still we cannot understand how “the other side” can be so blind, so stupid, so brain dead, so… well, you get the idea.
Here I could launch into a tirade about Indiana and its new law about serving same-sex couples in public places. Hasn’t the country gone beyond that? And how about all those states making it harder for some people to vote? There’s no voter fraud in this country! And why do some state governments feel that women should not have health care in certain kinds of clinics? These clinics do more than perform abortions. And what about…. Here is where I usually go into a tirade about what’s happening to my country and with my elected representatives.
So I’ll end with this. Is this still America? I find it hard to keep up and Rock agrees with me.