Posts Tagged by The Man
I was awakened at 5 o’clock this morning
| May 13, 2010 | Filled under Shorts |
“I had a dream I was trying to exorcise a demon…”
“And I had all this paperwork to fill out…”
“And I had to get the demon to sign the paperwork too…”
*sighs*
“Stupid thing couldn’t even hold a pen correctly.”
Bali Ha’i
| June 3, 2009 | Filled under Video |
CLH bought a Blu-ray player for my his birthday. Our first two Blu-ray movies: Clockwork Orange and South Pacific. We spent the evening watching all the songs from South Pacific, with sing-along subtitles.
South Pacific Drinking Game: Take a swig every time a color filter is used, or a soft-focus filter.
On Having a Husband
| February 9, 2009 | Filled under Blog |
One of the benefits of having CLH home again was realized this weekend: instead of a useless vine-covered alley outside the French doors of our bedroom, I now have a terra cotta-paved patio on which I can sit in the mornings and drink a cup of tea, and where in the evenings after walking the dog CLH can enjoy a smoke from his pipe. My easement will soon be the home of a container garden housing plants grown expressly for their use in cocktails: mint, basil and hopefully a few small citrus trees. And cilantro, the love-it-or-hate-it herb. I am a lover.
When CLH was away my nightly ritual consisted of walking through the house in a certain order, turning off the lights both upstairs and then downstairs before climbing into bed with my vicious beast to protect me. The formula was complicated: 1) turn off all the lights upstairs expect for the one over the landing We do not want to fall down the concrete stairs. 2) Turn on the front patio light, the entry hall light, the bedside table lamp and the bathroom light. 3) Turn off the light on the landing. 4) Turn off the entry hall light. 5) Head to bathroom, brush teeth, wash face. Turn off bathroom light. 6) Get into bed, turn off lamp. 7) Obsess over whether I remembered to lock front door. 8) Turn lamp back on, turn entry hall light back on, check front door, turn entry hall light back off, crawl back into bed, turn lamp off again.
Having two people to do this job, one of whom is willing to brave the world beyond the closed bedroom door when a strange sound is heard outside or upstairs, it makes going to sleep a night a lot easier.
On chivalry and compliments
| January 26, 2009 | Filled under Blog |
Several months ago I met someone at a show who asked me out to coffee. CLH was out of town otherwise he would have been at the show with me and this would have never happened. Of course, I demurred politely, pointed to the ring on my finger. I was flattered but no thanks. The next day I found out the guy was married. I was horrified. Mostly because I thought the he was really very nice, even if I wasn’t interested.
What has happened to chivalry? I’ve read Dangerous Liasons (and seen almost every version of it on film): I know men (and women) have always played with each other’s hearts without regard for the consequences. I just wish more men were like my grandfather, who even when I was a child would open car doors for me.
Around the corner from my house is a small shoe shop run by a 40-something Hispanic man with the slightest hint of an accent. He is tall, has a minor belly and is better than average looking. I had CLH’s ripped leather motorcycle jacket repaired there following his wreck, and while I wait for my shoes to be re-capped I will fiddle with the hundreds of small samples of leather in all textures and colors that clutter the counter of the shop. Sometimes, while I wait, I think about having a pair of boots custom-made.
I like to think I am supporting a local business, a neighborhood business, and that is why I go there. But I also go there because of the man. He always calls me “M’lady.”
Mary Poppins
| December 2, 2008 | Filled under Shorts |
Me: Ugh! I hate Julie Andrews. She’s so stick-up-her-ass proper and British.
Him: I know! That’s what make her so hot and naughty when she’s wearing lingerie.
Me: What has she worn lingerie in?
Him: (tapping temple) In here.
Tourist attractions
| September 2, 2008 | Filled under Shorts |
Recently got this email from my number one husband:
Here’s to hoping the next seven days fly by…
Sixteen days and counting
| August 24, 2008 | Filled under Shorts |
When I fly to Frankfurt I have to bring both C’s luggage and my luggage with me. This morning he sent me the following email regarding packing:
Never tear us apart
| August 11, 2008 | Filled under Blog |
C left yesterday for what is supposed to be his last regular trip overseas. This is the sound of me crossing my fingers.
At the start of the year we were eager to undertake this experiment, to live the life of vagabonds, to willingly separate ourselves for the sake of having more time together, and on the surface I would say the experiment worked. This has, after all, been a epic summer for travel: scooter rallies, road trips, overnight motorcycle rides. It may seem glamorous — I had a friend say Saturday “You’re going out of town again?” but the truth is that I have spent more time alone in the past 8 months than I have in the five years previous and when my husband is gone I miss him so much I can not sleep at night.
When he’s home we never fight because there’s not enough time to fight and make up for the previous 30 days. We sleep late and stay up late and eat out too much and struggle to fit everything else in to the allotted time.
But when he’s away I can barely hear his voice over IP without breaking into tears. I have to make notes about all the things I want to share with him because I’m afraid I’ll forget to tell him. We have to schedule sessions because his workdays are 12-hour shifts and he’s 6 timezones away.
What made it particularly heartbreaking yesterday is that this last time home has been one of the funnest so far. I really did not want to tell him goodbye. In the morning I said to him “I’m not ready for you to leave yet.” In the afternoon, as he walked into the airport terminal and I moved into the driver’s seat I rolled down the window and yelled to him at the top of my lungs “I love you.”
Wednesday I am flying to California for a week. And in a month, instead of me picking him up at the airport here in Houston, he will be picking me up at the airport in Frankfurt, Germany. To celebrate the end of the Living Apart Experiment we will spend three weeks traveling Europe. Together.
209 Miles to Matagorda
| July 3, 2008 | Filled under Photo Album |
C and I have been daydreaming of a multi-state motorcycle trip. It’s something both of us have always wanted to do, and now that we have a big person’s motorcycle we’ve been taking day trips and overnight trips just for the pure pleasure of being on the machine.
Last month, in the few days between C’s return home and our trip to Florida, we managed to take a seven-hour ride down to Matagorda and the Gulf, exploring country roads as we went.
The water wasn’t any nicer than Galveston, but 521 is a great little tree-lined shady highway with a few twists and turns and plenty of tiny red farmhouses along the way.
This month we hope to ride out to the Texas Hill Country, maybe stop near the Guadalupe River for a dip in the icy waters. It’s all part of our Great Texas Tour. Incidentally, if you’re planning your own Texas Tour, might I recommend two books? Day Trips from Houston and Weird Texas.
Wow. Things sure did get boring around here for a while. Sorry about that. More adventures to come soon.
