Pondering with P.J: Quality time with The Spouse

By PAULINE JAQUISH

Columnist

The spouse and I have been spending a great deal of time together lately. It would be questionable if he would consider it “quality” time, but it’s time, none the less.

We’re not in the habit of being around each other much in the daylight. From April through October he is a regular “Farmer in the Dell” and spends most of his waking hours planning, planting and eventually harvesting good stuff.

As soon as he can get “Alice” turning dirt in the spring on his mini farm, he’s a happy man. “Alice” is our affectionate name for his 1948 Alis Chalmers tractor. Like me, she’s not much to look as, but she’s dependable and loyal.

The Spouse never has been much of a talker. We went to Chicago a few weeks back and we were at the Indiana border before he said anything, which really wasn’t an endearment unless you consider, “Probably should get some gas” as a come on phrase. After more than 46 years together, I guess he’s said everything he’s needed to say.

Since the first of the year we have repaired and sorted 23 plastic tubs of Christmas lights in our basement. When the first born stopped by to visit she thought her dad was decorating his Man Cave. There were strings of red, white and blue LED lights hanging from corner to corner of his half. My end of the work area looked like a tornado had passed through…somewhat similar looking to my living room upstairs.

This project is coming to a close after three weeks and I shouldn’t say it, but I’ll miss hearing his voice, “Got any more blue bulbs?” It just touches my heart when we share a moment.

There are many things a man can do for his wife to please her, but I think of everything, I appreciate him putting the seat down in the “little room” the most. I’m talking the seat, not the lid. I had a terrible experience one night that I’ll not soon forget.

It was a lovely moonlit night so when I made my way to the bathroom in the wee hours of the morning, I didn’t need to turn on a light. Besides, I didn’t want to wake up any more than I had to and a bright light just wasn’t needed.

Now, I’ve learned through the years, the shortest distance between two points is a straight line and having made this trip numerous times I knew there was no time to hover, just get in there and sit down.

Well, everything worked just fine except, someone had not only lowered the seat, but also, the lid which was covered with a very pretty furry fabric.

Somehow, I was not expecting the point of impact to be quite so sudden nor was I prepared to sit on something that resembled a rodent.

You can imagine my surprise!

It was too late to change my mind.

As I sat their contemplating my next move, I tried to convince myself that my present situation was still better than the time I fell what seemed to be over three feet onto cold porcelain after discovering someone had been remiss in lowering the seat.

Needless to say, my day started earlier than usual. By 4 a.m. I had my shower and a load of laundry done!

No, the Spouse doesn’t talk much, and sometimes his actions speak louder than words!

 

As Usual, PJ

Author of “Uncommon Sense”

Pj646@centurytel.net

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Pauline Jaquish is the author of “Uncommon Sense.” You can reach her at Pj646@centurytel.net.

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