“Matrimony… the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Casamiento Segundo, its until-death-do-us-part mission… to explore a strange new relationship… to seek out a new life and new adventures… to boldly go where no sane couple has gone before.”
In our bedroom, on my dresser, is one of those candles in jar. It was originally put there as a decoration. Over time it has morphed into a, shall we say, “signaling” device if one of us is feeling, shall we say, “feisty”.
A while back I was in such a mood. Señora was still downstairs finishing up whatever movie or program she was watching. I had lit the candle, put on some soft New Agey music from my music server onto the bedroom television, set the screen display to off, and crawled into bed with, as Dickens might have said, great expectations.
Señora finally came upstairs and went into the bathroom to do her nightly ablutions before retiring. Exiting the bathroom, she walked past the dresser, and without missing a step, she blew out the candle. That shot that was heard around the world was my bubble bursting. Perhaps that was kinder than “not tonight dear, I have a headache”, perhaps.
Fast forward a few months. I came home only to find that Señora was not there, running around doing this or that, keeping herself occupied. I walked upstairs and into our bedroom and almost immediately noticed that the candle was no longer on the dresser. Thinking to myself – can you do it any other way – well, I reckon that chapter of my life has passed into senescence. I then noticed that everything on the dresser was out of place. Señora had been dusting in the bedroom, and had moved everything around, pushing the candle to the back behind a picture, obviously failing to return the items to their original and expected positions.
Whew, dodged that bullet… at least for now.