As is often the routine I stopped by my coffee place this morning.
Maybe a little bit later than my usual time as I had just come from taking two of our grand kids to school. Sixth grade Delaney and third grade Jake. They rated me on a scale of one to ten on my driving in getting them to school. Delaney after a long pause gave me a seven. Jake a bit kinder seven point five. I didn't ask them to rate the music (cassette) I played. Hey I remember eight tracks, so hush. I know the kids music answer, zero.
After a few minutes of table sitting with some usual's I said "Hey I gotta go, my wife wants the grass cut, I gotta go cut my grass." To which one of guy sitting at the table, with a bit of gusto said,"Cut your grass." "Yes," I replied. "Why in the world are you cutting your grass?" "I just told you my wife wants the grass cut." "You don't cut your grass in December, don't you know? Do you think it needs cuts," he ask. "Not particularly." "Well then why are you cutting it?" "As I said previously........... my wife wants it cut, leaves and all."
About that time one of the others at the table entered the conversation, "How long you been married?" " It will be fifty-two years this coming July," I answered. One of the other guys at the table then said to the one asking why the cutting of the grass. "Maybe one stays married that long because they have learned when to cut the grass." Pretty good answer. Thank you my friend.
You know sometimes it does not really matter or is not that important about what we personally feel about some matters that someone else wants. I have lived long enough, been married long enough if my wife wants the grass cut, so be it. Go cut the grass Bozo. It really doesn't take that long.
You know as I was cutting the grass I took note that sitting in the garage from where I had just pulled the mower were two antique cars. A 1965 Corvette and a 1955 Thunderbird. The lady wanting the grass cut I am sure could rest, sleep and go on with the rest of her life just as well if those two toys of her husband were never there. In fact if one car wasn't there she could pull her car in at night. You know she has never hounded me saying "Why do you want those cars." In fact a few times on a beautiful summer night she has gotten in one of those cars as we pulled from our drive headed to Sonic, she smiled and said, "It is a nice night for a convertible ride isn't it." To which I reply, " boy it's a great night for a ride." So if she wants the grass cut, find the gas can, go pull the rope and start the engine.
You know maybe we all would be better off if we all took less trips to "mountains on which we felt we should die." I also would encourage that procedure to my friend who thought it a bit unnecessary to "cut the grass."
December 2, 2016