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I had forgotten I had taken this picture of Señora in St. Charles a few years ago. Obviously it was Christmas time. We were with a group of folks in the historic downtown district of this city sitting on the Missouri River, visiting the various quaint shops that are nestled in among restaurants, bars and monuments and references to Lewis and Clark.
Ain’t she purrrr-ttteeee?
Y’all come back now… hear!
“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.”
Rodney Dangerfield and me… we just do not get any respect.
Señora and I were lying propped up in bed this morning, drinking coffee, doing our morning routine. I was reading the news on my phone and she was working New York Times puzzles on hers. We both had something to do, in different directions, at 0900.
Realizing suddenly that time was indeed flying, I said to her ever so sweetly, “We need to get out of bed, make it, and you need to hop in the shower. ”
“You need to stop barking at me,” came flying back to me from her side of the bed.
I gently reminded her, “I thought you liked it when men were forceful, commanding, taking charge of situations, their testosterone on full display?”
The jet fighter came in for another pass, this time letting loose its rockets, “Oh, blow it out your arse.”
It goes without saying that I made the bed by myself. I am just grateful she left me some hot water for my shower.
And so it goes.
Recently WordPress and Nextdoor came to some sort of agreement about allowing WordPress bloggers to automatically feed into Nextdoor.
I did it, not sure why. The only reason I am on Nextdoor is to occasionally sell items I do not want. On the whole I just find Nextdoor to be a bunch of whiny Millennial/Gen whatever they are, or overly paranoid citizens.
Anyway this post was flagged as unacceptable after someone complained. Only thing I can figure out is that arse offended someone. Perhaps ass would have been better.
Tis interesting though, I generally try to keep my post clean, but I get about 10% flagged… even if they are not political. Perhaps they do not want to degenerate into the swamp that is X former Twitter.
Señora – aka Robin – is down to singing in only two choirs, the Allegro Choir which is for persons 50 years and older and her hospice choir. She sang for 22 years with the choir at the Center for Spiritual Living until its director became too old to lead them and they discontinued it. The Allegro choir has grown to over a 100 souls.
This is Allegro’s holiday concert. It includes a mixture of songs from various traditions… and many familiar tunes. Señora is sitting down to the left of the piano in a green blouse. Ain’t she prutteee.
Enjoy.
“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.”
Twas the day after Thanksgiving, and neither Señora nor I had even the glimmer of ambition to get out there amongst them on this day of frenzied consumerism known as Black Friday. In other words, we were staying home and taking it easy.
Normally, my day begins by drinking a little coffee, flipping through the news on my non-Apple phone, followed by taking care of the three “S”s. Of course, the last “S” being showering. One reason I do this is that I have scheduled my Spanish conversational practice classes fairly early in the morning, mainly to give myself an inducement to get out of bed at a reasonable hour. Since I have the dubious honor of having my picture next to the definition of bedhead in most standard dictionaries of the English language, I definitely need to shower before I talk to someone in another country. After all I need to represent the US of A in a somewhat acceptable manner.
This morning I lounged around longer than normal, drinking coffee and reading the news as I had no class – and yes, I just tossed someone a softball. I even skipped showering at this juncture of the day, opting to go to the basement somewhat late to utilize the treadmill and weights. When I was done I fixed myself lunch consisting of a turkey and dressing sandwich.
With both of us being retirees, we have flexible schedules, but stay busy enough to suit us. One of our standard questions to the other is what does their day look like. When I got up from the kitchen table Señora asked me a variation of this question.
“Where are you headed next?
Replying I said, “I am going to go shower.”
With surprise in her voice, she queried, “You’ve not showered yet?”
Responding, thinking of my bedhead, I countered, “Do I look like have showered?”
Her unhesitating retort was, “I just live with you, I don’t LOOK at you.”
Well… reckon I was rapidly put back into my proper place.
“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.”
This is an ongoing problem in what would otherwise be – I am sure – a blissful bout of matrimonial fever.
Señora and I ran some errands this morning, returning home just about at noon, both of us were hungry. She opted for her favorite standby, a bowl of her home-made soup. I had an urge for one of my favorite sandwiches that I only eat rarely for reasons I am sure you can fathom, sardines and onions on toasted bread with a brush of mayonnaise on one piece of the toast.
Now Señora is pontificating from her soap box, declaring she will not kiss me for the next several hours. It probably did not help my cause that I ate the rest of the sweet onion like it was an apple.
Ahh… the romance has fled from our once rapturous relationship.
And so it goes.
And yes JMR, this was a bit of a recycle. I just find it humorous the way she reacts to my consuming this delicacy.
My cousin Perry, whom we sometimes insult by calling him the sixth Rush boy, sent this to me with the comment “For Robin.”
Señora and I were on a camping trip a few years ago. I did not think my Tacoma was going to make it back home due to all the rocks she loaded on to it. Her many flower beds are bordered with rocks she has collected from various places, a couple of which are almost big enough to be classified as boulders.
Since I “borrowed” their cartoon for my blog, let me add a link to their online store: Luna’s Spiritual Shop
And so it goes.
“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.”
It is a beautiful autumnal morning here in the St. Louis metropolitan area. I had a routine dental appointment at 0900 for a cleaning and x-rays. Teeth are great, thanks for asking.
As I was checking out the administrative person behind the desk asked what was I going to do with the rest of this beautiful day.
“Well,” I replied, “I am retired and I am going to do whatever my muse moves me to do.”
I went on to add, “Of course my muse’s name is Robin and I am married to her.”
For once I got a real laugh, not the pity laugh I am used to with my chronic, groan-worthy jokes that tend to cause people’s eyes to roll backwards in their heads.
And so it goes.
“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.”
Señora and I typically stay very busy with our various activities. She has her choirs, her huge circle of friends, her pottery, her gardens, and, of course, keeping me out of trouble. Plus she has become a little more active at her synagogue. I have my various fields of study, like Spanish, various courses on Wondrium, etc. I sometimes think I have way too many hobbies, golf, fishing, photography, etc, but I like to be busy. Add in the stack of books that I am anticipating reading – someday, and I frequently go to bed feeling like I did not get done all I wanted to do.
However, occasionally we find ourselves with a quiet day. Such was the case the other morning. We both were laying in bed, sipping coffee. I was flipping through the news on my phone while Señora was solving her various daily puzzles on hers.
As is our wont, she asked me what my day looked liked.
“Well,” I responded, “After I am done with the news I will probably work out. Then if I am hungry I will have some lunch. The yard needs mowing so I will take care of that. Hopefully I will complete all that in time to take a nap before dinner.”
“Sounds good,” Señora said, I will meet you back here this afternoon then.”
Awww… the life of Riley… oops I meant retirees.
And so it goes.
“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.”
Every year Señora and I do the same little dance around Christmas time. We start asking the other what they want for Christmas/Hanukah. The thing is at this stage of our life we really do not need much except those things necessary for daily living. Both of us have the habit of if we “want” something we tend to buy it for ourselves. Plus we will frequently surprise the other by buying them little presents as the muse hits us, a nice, silly, loving, little gesture to do for the other.
I had been down in the Valley the other day. When I returned home, wanting to get a jump on the season, I told Señora I saw what she could buy me for Christmas.
“Oh,” she attentively replied.
“Yup,” I answered, “I saw a brand new Porsche 911 GTS almost the exact same color of my Mazda MX-5 Miata.”
The Miata, my mid life crisis automobile that I bought 17 years ago, is a bright blue the sticker called Winning Blue. The vehicle still looks good, runs good, and I continue to get compliments on it.
This particular Porsche starts at $186, 250. Add another $4,220 for the specialty color they are calling Shark Blue and you have a starting point of $190, 470 good American dollars. Gawd only knows where it ends at.
“Well,” she said, “you had better start buying lottery tickets.”
I can still hear her laughter ringing in my ears 30 minutes after she went in pursuit of more fulfilling activities than conversation with her beloved.
But, damn, that was a pretty car…
And so it goes.
“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.”
There are certain reoccurring household chores that I prefer that I do rather than Señora. I tell Señora that I want to do these tasks as I have a system. Sometimes she even listens.
I will be doing some task around the abode and Señora will ask if I would like some help. Sometimes I accept her aid, but, not infrequently, I will say thanks, but no thanks, I have a system.
Obviously my system is no more than the OCD part of me needing to do something a particular way. Whether it is better or not is debatable, but do not tell that to the little monkey riding my back.
Being, ahem, seniors, Señora and I both have regular medicine that we take. We keep our personal stashes in different places. In both stashes are to be found bottles of acetaminophen. I emptied my bottle of the last two pills the other day. Since I was running down to the valley to do some shopping I asked Señora if we had any more acetaminophen. If not I would purchase some. At first she thought we were out, but then she discovered a brand new container in her stash.
She brought the new bottle into my man cave as I was sitting in front of my computer. I very gently suggested that she pull the empty pill bottle out of my recycling can that sits next to my desk. She sat both bottles down in front of me.
I said, “you could have poured some from your bottle into my bottle.”
“Oh no,” she replied, “I thought you might have a system and need to count them.”
One feature of long term relationships is that sometimes the other person knows you much, much too well.
And for the record, I did not count them… thank you very much.
And so it goes.