Get Out of There
Anyone who
follows this blog knows I am very fond of Mrs. Cranky. Yes, I make fun of her but it is just teasing. The teasing usually
comes back at me from testosterone
lacking readers by way of comments which tend to side with my wife. Some readers even call me a jerk.
Readers also
know I like to get away to my basement hideaway to watch TV, practice guitar
and mess around on the internet. I
believe Mrs. C also welcomes my time away from her. I am retired and she only works part time,
without alone time our relationship might go stale.
“What are you talking about Cranky?”
Well for
instance, we often finish each other’s sentences. We often have the same thought at the same
time. We enjoy the same restaurants and
TV shows. These are all good things, but
sometimes this togetherness goes too far.
This
morning, I was on the computer working on a comment to The Old AF Sarge’s
blog. I paused for one second trying to
think of just the right word.
“What word are you searching for.”
“What? I’m not searching for any
word.”
“Yes you are, I can tell.”
“No, I’m just resting, thinking of
nothing.”
“You are searching for a word.”
“Am not.”
“I could help.”
“How would you express ‘progress’,
but with a slightly negative connotation?”
“Inevitable change?”
“That works…now get out of my head!”
Marriage is
great. Togetherness is wonderful. Having mutual interests is nice. Getting occasional alone time is important,
but it is pretty difficult when one partner is able to get inside your head!
I gotta
get to the basement.
Joe even when you are in the basement the scary thing is she will still be right there in your head, I swear she and Cindy have to be sisters.
ReplyDeleteI feel compelled to read your blog as i find it so genuine and really interesting!
ReplyDeletei know that whatever you write is just a "
light sharing in " purley your style" nothing serious .
i wish i can visit more often and may be i will whenever i will be free and my head will be on it's own senses(sometimes i just forget)
Mrs C sounds like me as my eldest sun and husband irritate with my this (digging) habit but believe me it often works for them they acknowledge it or not as it did for you this time!
Same applied with me and him, only the other way round! They call it true partnerships.
ReplyDeleteI have never been that close to anyone, not even my husbands.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a perfect partnership to me :-)
ReplyDeleteI suggest you line your basement walls with thin sheets of lead to prevent unwanted brain wave penetration. (Just don't lick them.)
ReplyDeleteHhmm, I rather thought that you had help with that "inevitable change" thing. Well done Mrs. C!
ReplyDelete(And you're a better man than me for fessing up to that.)
I'm with River. I've had 2 husbands, both respectful, kind and easy to be with BUT I am much
ReplyDeletehappier to be living alone. If we have multiple lives, this is not my life for romance. Whatever makes
us happy.
Works for us too. That's why he goes fishing.
ReplyDeleteAs a fellow basement aficionado, I understand your enjoyment of some alone time, both in the basement, and in your head.
ReplyDeleteThat's the best description of love I've heard in a while. It also explains why Jack has been so enthusiastic about my setting up an "office" (getaway) space for him in the basement. Truth be told I was really thinking that there was now a place to hang that giant Tombstone movie poster he got for Christmas. And I know he knows that's the real reason too!
ReplyDeleteAlone time is important...if you figure out how to get any let me know.
ReplyDeleteHeeheehee! Yes, if you don't spend time off by yourself the togetherness becomes way too much. Enjoy your basement!
ReplyDeleteQueenie knows just how cold, dark, and clammy this noggin is so she mostly stays out of it ... besides, when she does venture in she's usually in a different corner than I am. You know, the one nearest the emergency escape hatch ....
ReplyDeleteWe moved into town about 12 years ago. His commute is now 2 minutes instead of 25. Must be why I see him going around the block a couple of times before pulling into the driveway!
ReplyDeleteI like it in his head, it's so....so...so spacious!
He's one of the smartest, nicest men in the world, I love him dearly, so I'm kidding about the spacious.
Sometimes people are lucky enough to find someone who is exactly on the same wavelength. It sounds as if both you and Mrs. C know and appreciate this! :-)
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