“What the heck is this?” asked my puzzled mate.
“Periodic tables, I believe,” says I.
“No that’s not!” blurts spouse. “It’s not even in English!”
“Can’t the tables be in another language?” I quiz. “Or even in scientific symbols or something?” I am now a bit embarrassed at not knowing, but I have never, ever claimed to be a scientist. “After all, a number is still a number no matter what language you speak, correct?” I try to reason.
Now an incoherent babbling of sound/mumbling comes from the Hubster’s location, though I am realizing that his position is on the move, probably towards the front door in order to escape out to his shop.
Steve does not like anything to be different from his mind set. He seems to enjoy learning, however, which is hard for me to comprehend. How can you be cemented in place with certain ideas yet spend time, energy and money to take ongoing classes to learn new things?
Next week is our twentieth anniversary. That means we have endured/survived 7,300 days together, give or take a few extra leap year days. Just last night my beloved hubby was telling me that he needs to do some things differently in our relationship.
Trouble is he’s been saying that on and off for years, with no apparent changes. I ask him if he would believe his boss if he were to be told he was to receive a raise over and over and over again with no change in his paycheck. Steve conceded that he probably wouldn’t. I then ask him if I should believe him when he says he’s going to act better towards me or change some of his self-serving ways.
He says “Of course! I’m your husband!”
Oh. Sure. Okay.
When he gets into his self-absorbed world to the exclusion of our kids and me, I wonder how he’d feel if I turned the tables on him and began acting the same way.
With my luck, he probably wouldn’t notice.
And that, of course, would sort of defeat the purpose, don’t you thing? Lol…