So I’ve learned about two things this week that it would be best for me to avoid writing about: racism, and either one of the candidates during an election year. I don’t know enough about either to act like an expert. So my apologies if I offended anyone. As much as I would like to think of myself as a social commentator, I am not. And I especially apologize for coming off like I know what I’m talking about when I don’t.
Unlike last night, when Marti gave me a good idea about what to write about today, it’s just that I slept through it. I should never ask her a question while lying comfortably in a hot bathtub way after my bed time, but I did, and she proceeded to answer me, though I didn’t really hear anything after I asked her until I managed to pick up “… so what do you think?”
“About what?” I made the big mistake of asking.
“Have you been asleep this whole time?”
“In the future, may I ask that you refrain from asking me a question if you’re not sure you can stay awake for the answer?”
“Whoops. Yeah, that’s only fair. Sorry.”
I get into more trouble at night when my clock turns off at 10 pm and hers keeps ticking away until about two in the morning. For about four hours there, it’s no-man’s-land for me. It’s one of those things that happens with lots of marriages because of the reality that opposites attract. The night person marries the morning person. The talker marries the quiet one. The casual marries the dressy. The toothpaste tube middle-pusher marries the bottom-pusher. It’s all about getting along. Maybe we can take a little of what it takes to get along in a marriage and apply it to other people we find difficult. In a marriage, love overcomes. In any relationship, the same thing can happen. And if we’re going to focus on our differences, at least we should celebrate them instead of getting annoyed by them.