How do you get down off an elephant? You don’t! You get down off a duck.
I got a dog for my wife. Seems like a good swap.
I saw a sign that said, Watch For Children. I thought, that’s a fair trade.
Maybe I could get the Traders to exchange some new jokes for these old ones. I would trade two weeks of COVID isolation for a fortnight visit to Wilmington, NC, to see how it took 75 years for Southerners to trade their insecure, racist bigotry, for acceptance, and peaceful coexistence. It’s still not perfect, but it’s better.
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9: Your Last Kiss 11: Your current relationship, if single, discuss how single life is
I put these two together, because I’m not really going to write about either, yet they kinda go together.
The wife and I are now closing in on 53 years of marriage, but I’m sure that there are readers who would be surprised to find that there is not an abundance of “Love.” For much of history, and much of the world, marriage was a socio-commercial undertaking. Even today, ‘arranged marriages’ are common, and their divorce rates are lower than the ‘marriage for love’ ones. They are based on mutual respect and adaptation.
I’m assuming that the author meant a passionate, ‘love-induced’ kiss, not the How Are You peck on the cheek from a sister-in-law. At the three-quarters of a century mark, there’s not a lot of passion left. The son says that he gets strange looks from co-workers when he tells them that we are each just hanging on until the other dies – dark humor, that boy.
Hoggimus-Higgimus Man is polygamous Higgimus-Hoggimus Woman’s monogamous It is said that a man will trade love for sex, and a woman will trade sex for love. The wife and I have learned to respect each other, and there certainly has been a great deal of adaptation over the years. There was a certain degree of love to get the marriage started, but….
A man chases a woman – until she catches him. I came home one day from work, to find that the coffee klatch at my house had not disbanded. I heard the wife telling the neighborhood women that she picked me, because she felt that I was very intelligent, and she thought that smart men made more money. Oh, you sexy minx! You had me at ‘Credit Check.’ I am the victim of an arranged marriage. It was just my wife who arranged it.
I am not displeased or disappointed with my married life. Only occasionally do I wonder how things would have gone in other circumstances. One of my online friends has been divorced and living alone for 30 years. I don’t have the self-sufficiency to live alone. I need a zoo-keeper to care for and feed me. As a mild sociopath, I could probably handle the isolation, but I still value the social and intellectual stimulation from my children, and now grandson and granddaughter-in-law.
There have been few periods in our marriage that could be described as brilliant fireworks. That’s probably a good thing. Slow and steady wins the race. I have seen those whose lives, including their marriage, have been roller-coaster ups and downs. Eventually the downs seem to be such a contrast, that they decide to give up and change them. Divorce is survivable. Suicide is not.
Our marriage has not been boring. We have been able to travel a bit, and see and experience some interesting places and things. Now that we are (much) older, and the bodies and the bank account are weak and creaky, we are learning to use our electronics for entertainment and social connections – like this.
Thanx for stopping by to read this unexciting description of Same Old – Same Older. I’ll haul out more interesting info for next time. Wanna hear about the neighbor who’s a drug dealer?
I’m still (reluctantly) getting used to this damned Block Editor. I’ve figured out most of it but, can someone tell me where to find the control for color of text??