Tuesday, 12 February 2013
Seeing Things Differently
By Mickey Rogers of This, That and the Other
I’m a very lucky guy for I’m married to a wonderful lady. In fact, after 28 years of marriage, I can still truthfully state that she is the most wonderful person I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.
However, with that being said, it is true that Bev and I don’t always see eye to eye on certain things.
For example, she likes to run the car until the gas gauge is on fumes. The other night, as we drove home in the dark, dampness and 19-degree temperature, I noticed that we had an estimated seven miles worth of gasoline left. Upon spying a station on the left side of the road, I strongly suggested that she stop for fuel.
“It’s two cents a gallon cheaper in town,” Bev replied as she drove past the filling station.
“Yeah, but it’s five miles to town,” I said. “You’re going to run out of gas before we can get there.”
“No problem,” she explained. “The last 600 feet are downhill.” (example one of Bev’s humor).
For my part, I start looking for a gas station when there’s a quarter of a tank left. Evidently my wife loves to live dangerously.
Being a structured fellow, I like to lay out a detailed plan before acting. If we are taking a trip, I want to draw a map, put the data into the GPS, decide where we will take breaks and fill the tank with gas.
On the other hand, Bev prefers to hop into the car and deal with the situation while we are in route.
There are differences of taste when it comes to watching TV. Murder mysteries and mushy romantic films top her list while I prefer historical shows, biographies and “oldie moldy” films. Luckily, we have two TV sets.
Both of us like to get out of the house and do fun activities. The problem is that when I’ve had enough fun for one day, she has just begun to warm up.
Many years ago her sister and family came to town. All of us thought it was a good idea to go to the state fair. After about three hours there, the kids began to complain. The sisters ignored their pleas.
About an hour later, my brother-in-law and I urged them to call it a day but we had about as much success as had the kids. I’m surprised that the last fair official didn’t hand us the keys and ask us to lock up whenever we finally decided to leave.
Bev would be a perfect farm wife; she goes to bed at 9:30 or 10 o’clock and then gets up with the chickens. I like to putter around to at least midnight before calling it a day.
Once I paid dearly for that attitude. Many years ago, the weather forecaster stated that we had a 100 percent chance of getting an overnight snowstorm. High winds, frigid temperatures and at least eight inches of snow were heading our way. Since we were both teachers, I figured that a snow day was guaranteed.
As usual, at 10 o’clock Bev went to bed. Like a happy child, I stayed up until 4AM watching TV, playing on the computer and reading.
Two hours later, my better half shook me and said, “Get up!”
“Why would I want to get up this early?”
“Look outside,” was her simple reply.
As the experts had predicted, we got the high winds and the frigid temperatures. Unfortunately, however, there was no snow. Needless to say, that was a very long workday.
Shopping is more than a necessary evil for Bev; it is also a pleasurable pastime. She can spend more time shopping for a pair of boots than I would for an entire wardrobe. My motto is, “Get into the store, find what you’re looking for, buy it and hurry home to see the football game.”
Speaking of sports, Bev can tolerate watching no more than one football game per day. On New Year’s Day, she usually disappears immediately after lunch while my friends and I continue to view game after game after game.
Once, she berated me for eating lunch too quickly. The problem was that I was missing an important football game. Rushing from the table with a sandwich in one hand and a cold drink in the other, I turned on the TV set and settled into my recliner. A few minutes later Bev popped her head through the doorway.
“What quarter is it?” she asked.
“The game is half way through the second quarter,” I replied.
“What’s the score?” she inquired.
“It’s nothing to nothing.”
“See, you didn’t need to rush,” my wonderful wife said. “You didn’t miss a thing.” (example two of Bev’s humor).
Being a gentleman, I did not give in to the urge to throw my sandwich at her.
So as you can see, we are different in many ways. Yet (knock on wood) the marriage works. As the French would say, “Vive la difference.”
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