A Day Late and a Dollar Short
Ten minutes early
What a guy!
Ten minutes late
What a looser!
Same effort
Same elapsed time
Same money spent
But the taste
Left in the mouth
Sweet
Or bitter
With a few moments difference
Yesterday was my wife’s birthday. She turned… well, let’s say we’re both bumping up against the big five-0. Our bodies, which looked about the same for fifteen or twenty years, are starting to show the miles. But that’s beside the point. She is a year and thirteen days older, so now we’re in the couple of weeks where I give her a hard time about being two years older than me. That’s also beside the point. (Except that the older woman thing is pretty cool. Take note you single guys.) Anyway, a week or so ago we bought her something she has wanted for a long time. A pretty big item by the measure of our financial status. We agreed it would be her birthday present. And it’s great! And she loves it! Me too! Convenient for me as well. Can’t screw up and forget the birthday this year. It’s taken care of. But having fallen on my face way too many times in the past, I determined to get some flowers and a card just to make sure something nice happened on the day. This was duly noted on my long to-do list for the day. As it happened, I did utter the words “happy birthday” the very first thing out of my mouth in the morning. I was pretty proud of myself for that. But I didn’t get around to getting the flowers and card until late in the afternoon. I had to work all evening and so she had accepted an invitation from a friend to dinner. She had been working in the afternoon and didn’t get home until late in the evening. By this time, she was sure I wasn’t going to do anything. Not good. When she came in, there was a note from our daughter by my card and the flowers. Birthday girl thought our daughter had given the flowers, so I’m still in the doghouse. We had a good chat about all this early this morning. I knew she had forgiven all last night by the way she cuddled me as she fell asleep. (another tip for single guys: a scalp massage is hard to resist) So, it’s all good now. But I continually frustrate myself with my poor timing. I gotta get this right one of these days.
posted by wingman at 10:35 AM
4 Comments:
you wrote- "All creative endeavor stands on the shoulders of those who have gone before."
i think this is what i find most inspiring about art- it truly exemplifies the interconnectedness between all of us. if these lines of distinction responsible for so much strife could be blurred more often... well, the world would be a much better place.
can't wait to see what you write next.
"can't wait to see what you write next."
Wow! Nobody has ever said that to me before. I hope I can come up with something worth your clicking back here.
I agree about blurring lines of distinction and focusing on what we share in common - little things like being human beings. The world would indeed be a better place. I saw on your blog that you were raised by lesbians. It's interesting that this year, by a long string of circumstances, my wife and I had occassion to be welcomed into the home of a lesbian couple for several days. To my shame, I have to say it was the first time in my life I have made a good friend of someone who is homosexual. My background fixed a wide gulf between me and that culture. I have to say that I have some strong beliefs about sexuality and morality. They could cause some lively debate and/or heated conversations. But we didn't go there. We all just enjoyed getting to know each other. And they were some of the most gracious, generous, and delightful people I've spent time with in a long time. I think friends can delve into their differences and learn from each other and gain the good each has to contribute while enemies rarely can.
No, I missed it. But I remember really wanting to see it. Thanks for reminding me. I'll have to rent it. I heard that the completely graphic world was a whole new look. And I've always liked the art deco, retro-future vibe. "The Rocket Man" was cool that way.
Watched most of it last night. didn't quite get to finish. Pretty cool flick. Gives new meaning to the word "stylized."
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