ON MY MIND: I’m just wondering
Some weeks are profound. Some weeks are clearly not. At least that is the way my mind sees them. In the past week, I have been wondering about a few things. Yes, they don’t seem to follow any normal pattern, but normal has never been my strong suit.
I went away last week and my husband stayed home with the gifted dog. My husband told me when I returned that the week had gone well. The dog ate on time. The dog went out on time. The bed got made on time. Yadayada. Routine is not my strong suit either, so this was clearly a new day dawning at our house.
I left lots of food for my husband. I wanted to make sure he was taken care of when I was gone. I baked cookies. I bought and had at the ready all kinds of quick meats to eat, macaroni salad, soup, etc. Basically, all he had to do was open fridge and open mouth. Oh, he could use the microwave if he wanted, but life was pretty slick for him, not to mind, tasty.
As I drove across the state on my trip, I wondered about men vs. women. I pondered how different we are and why. My husband has gone to Machu Pichu, Peru, for two weeks and left me home alone. Of course, the gifted dog was with me but he doesn’t talk much. This time and every time my husband has left me for any extended period of time, he has gotten all his stuff together for his trip. He has taken care of all other obligations that might arise when he is gone. What he has never done, not even once, is wonder if I would eat or not. He has never said, “Now, dear wife, what will you eat while I am gone?” No, never. Frankly, I don’t even think it crossed his mind. He just drives or flies off and I am left to fend for myself in the eating department. He also never calls home and asks what I have eaten or if I have eaten. I do this every time I am gone.
So, ya gotta wonder, what’s up with that? Do women do all the food stuff for their man out of guilt that they are leaving or out of habit or out of just plain craziness?
I have to admit that if my husband left food for me to eat or wondered and asked if I was eating or what I was eating while he was gone, I wouldn’t like it. But, then again, who knows, as I can’t even imagine this reality. I guess I will chalk it up to that old adage, “Men and women are sure different!” OK, maybe you have never heard of that adage before, but it should be one, don’t you think?
There are a few other crazy things I wondered about lately. As I drove east on M-57, I saw a sign for Crapo Road. Really? Really? Now, that is the truth, but hard to believe. How did that come about? Did someone say, “Let’s make a housing development and to sell it, let’s call it Crapo Road.” Do people keep a straight face when they have to give their address? Are they tired of saying, “No, not capo, crapo, c-r-a-p-o?” Life sure can be hard — in oh so many ways.
This reminded me of the sign I saw recently while sailing through Ionia. It made me laugh. It said, “Free Fair. $10 parking.” OK, I know there is no admission fee, but the sign still looked silly.
Yesterday I heard a couple funny things too. A guy was asked what year his birthday was. He replied, “Every year.” I was alone in the car, but I laughed out loud.
Another person asked what people were doing before Facebook. They really were doing something with all that time. What was it? What took up their time before Facebook arrived and made privacy uncool?
So much to wonder about. I will end with a couple little kid things that just happened.
My nephew began kindergarten. He was very tired with the new full schedule so his mom told him they were going to stop going to Tae Kwon Do for a while. She said, “We will just take a break from it.” He said, “Yeah, I need to take a break from kindergarten too!!” Good luck with that one, little guy.
My grandson came home from first grade and exclaimed, “I can spell now. I can spell can, r-a-n.
Another little first grader said, “I can add now. 2 + 2 is 3.” When you think of how much we have to learn to get to our brilliant adult selves, it is a wonder we ever get there.
Life — each day gives us stuff to wonder about and laugh at. We might as well take it all in.
Maureen Burns, a Greenville resident, is a professional speaker and author. Her e-mail address is firstname.lastname@example.org.