Friday, June 23, 2023

One sign, two people

     Forty years is a long time for two people to hang around each other. And while I’d never claim that their minds start to run on parallel, even identical tracks, well, maybe I should just describe what happened today.
     So my wife and I are driving to spend the weekend with friends. And we’re a little early, with time to kill. So we stop by Potawatomi State Park, to hike for an hour.
     At one point, we pass the sign above, and I turn to read it as we walk by: “Please carry out your trash.” And I instinctively consider making a joke about it. But I immediately shake off the idea — no man should suggest that his wife is trash — preferring to smile inwardly than to air the joke and risk causing offense. Shutting up is an art for that requires constant practice.
     But even as I am silently basking in my triumph over the weisenheimer impulse, my wife stops, turns, takes a step toward me, reaches out, grabs my elbows and lifts.
     “What are you doing?” I ask, knowing the answer.
     “Trying to pick you up,” she replies, with a wicked smile.


  1. Ah, great minds do think alike!

  2. Well, at least she has a sense of humor.

  3. Forty One years here….we would have just added on to that sign by saying, “ and dog poop”

  4. I understand. 41 years with my better half😊

  5. Why is it that your wife can go directly to the low hanging fruit joke, yet the husband dare not go there? Rhetorical question of course.

    1. Anybody who does not know the answer to this has not been married, or not been married long, or is not likely to stay married long.

    2. Married 34 years next month sir. I know the answer, just don't accept it.

  6. Very cool, dark, and foggy this morning.
    My wife and I went for a romantic stroll.
    On one of Cleveland's longest bridges.
    I kissed her in the fog and mist.


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