Driving Ms Daisy
02/09/16 09:30
Try as I might I cannot get Nancy to agree to go to dinner with her sister and her mother by herself (without me.) I’m just not interested in going. Not sure there is any other way to put it. This is your mother we’re talking about for christ sakes. These are her personal, private, and family issues which I’m certain she wants to discuss at length with you and your sister. I want no part of that discussion and, furthermore, I want your mom to feel free to have a frank discussion with her daughters if that is what she wants to do. There is nothing whatsoever that she has to say that involves me one way or another and if there were I would have to respectfully decline or otherwise deny requests made and ask that she make other arrangements that do not include me. But this aversion to going it alone is a little weird if not concerning. It’s nothing new and it is something that has always struck me as a little odd but you kind of go along for the ride as husbands do and suck it up if necessary. Well, we’re getting down to it now with her mom getting on in years so it makes sense that she would spend more time with her and do that alone if necessary. Not so much and not so fast is what I’m hearing from my better half. So, for the time being, I’ll join the fray and do my best to play the disinterested party. That would not be Nancy’s preference but it’s my way of meeting her half way. I would still prefer not to be there.
And I am not going to be one of those frumpy mother fuckers who drives his wife around and waits on a nearby bench while she shops or dallies endlessly. If she asks me one more time about driving she and her sister and or mother to Reds Shoe barn I think I’m going to lose my mind. How many ways can a guy say “no?” What do I look like? A taxi driver? Switching gears here for a minute, I think I’m starting to make some serious headway when and where it comes to getting in shape this summer. I’m riding up a storm on my bike, getting to the gym to do weights and the treadmill at least every other day, and I think it’s starting to pay dividends. I would say that I feel better but you might ask this question: better than what? Better than before? Who remembers what I felt like before? The challenge now, as we go into Fall, will be to stay on top of the regimen and I think having one toe in the gym all the time will make that transition that much easier. The third leg of that three legged stool is diet and I’m as divested in a bad diet as a man can be under the circumstances. My diet is practically free of sugar, devoid of grains the likes of which you might find in a generic loaf of bread, but not entirely free of processed foods which is a small but necessary accommodation. In other words, I’ve not gone full paleo. Stranger things have happened so it’s important to keep an open mind.
I’m so exited to hear that they opened a Marriot Courtyard in Lake George, NY. I like that chain and I don’t think we’ve ever been entirely satisfied with places that we’ve stayed over the years when visiting family and friends in the area so it’s good to know we have yet another arrow in our quiver should we wish to use it. Besides, they serve Starbucks coffee so what’s not to like. I brought my Volvo in to the local automotive shop this morning because my dashboard lights have been acting erratically for a while now and more recently I’ve been having periodic acceleration issues. I can live with the lights but the acceleration issue is a problem so I thought I might drop in and have my car guy take a look under the hood as it were. I had a James Taylor cd in the drive and it was playing the 12th song on the “October Road” album which just happens to be a christmas song. I usually skip over the stupid thing when it comes on but didn’t have the chance now that the mechanic was sitting in the drivers seat checking the codes with his gauge. I’m thinking to myself nothing spells nutty like a guy playing christmas music in September and I found myself wishing that I had turned off the player before pulling into the shop. He looks up at me over his glasses and says in a rather flat but curious tone, “not many people I know listen to christmas music this time of year.” Busted!
And I am not going to be one of those frumpy mother fuckers who drives his wife around and waits on a nearby bench while she shops or dallies endlessly. If she asks me one more time about driving she and her sister and or mother to Reds Shoe barn I think I’m going to lose my mind. How many ways can a guy say “no?” What do I look like? A taxi driver? Switching gears here for a minute, I think I’m starting to make some serious headway when and where it comes to getting in shape this summer. I’m riding up a storm on my bike, getting to the gym to do weights and the treadmill at least every other day, and I think it’s starting to pay dividends. I would say that I feel better but you might ask this question: better than what? Better than before? Who remembers what I felt like before? The challenge now, as we go into Fall, will be to stay on top of the regimen and I think having one toe in the gym all the time will make that transition that much easier. The third leg of that three legged stool is diet and I’m as divested in a bad diet as a man can be under the circumstances. My diet is practically free of sugar, devoid of grains the likes of which you might find in a generic loaf of bread, but not entirely free of processed foods which is a small but necessary accommodation. In other words, I’ve not gone full paleo. Stranger things have happened so it’s important to keep an open mind.
I’m so exited to hear that they opened a Marriot Courtyard in Lake George, NY. I like that chain and I don’t think we’ve ever been entirely satisfied with places that we’ve stayed over the years when visiting family and friends in the area so it’s good to know we have yet another arrow in our quiver should we wish to use it. Besides, they serve Starbucks coffee so what’s not to like. I brought my Volvo in to the local automotive shop this morning because my dashboard lights have been acting erratically for a while now and more recently I’ve been having periodic acceleration issues. I can live with the lights but the acceleration issue is a problem so I thought I might drop in and have my car guy take a look under the hood as it were. I had a James Taylor cd in the drive and it was playing the 12th song on the “October Road” album which just happens to be a christmas song. I usually skip over the stupid thing when it comes on but didn’t have the chance now that the mechanic was sitting in the drivers seat checking the codes with his gauge. I’m thinking to myself nothing spells nutty like a guy playing christmas music in September and I found myself wishing that I had turned off the player before pulling into the shop. He looks up at me over his glasses and says in a rather flat but curious tone, “not many people I know listen to christmas music this time of year.” Busted!