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Um, anybody seen Fishmugger today?

Bill - mebbe you oughta pop on over an check on him...  I know he was working on a book of some sort...

Subject: Advice from a retired husband...

It is important for men to remember that, as women grow older, it becomes harder for them to maintain the same quality of housekeeping as when they were younger. When you notice this, try not to yell at them. Some are oversensitive, and there's nothing worse than an oversensitive woman.

My name is Ron. Let me relate how I handled the situation with my wife. When I retired a few years ago, it became necessary for Carol Anne to get a full-time job, along with her part-time job, both for extra income and for the health benefits that we needed. Shortly after she started working, I noticed she was beginning to show her age. I usually get home from the golf club about the same time she gets home from work.

Although she knows how hungry I am, she almost always says she has to rest for half an hour or so before she starts dinner. I don't yell at her. Instead, I tell her to take her time and just wake me when she gets dinner on the table. I generally have lunch in the Men's Grill at the club, so eating out is not reasonable. I'm ready for some home-cooked grub when I hit that door. She used to do the dishes as soon as we finished eating. But now it's not unusual for them to sit on the table for several hours
after dinner.

I do what I can by diplomatically reminding her several times each evening that they won't clean themselves. I know she really appreciates this, as it does seem to motivate her to get them done before she goes to bed.

Another symptom of aging is complaining, I think.For example, she will say that it is difficult for her to find time to pay the monthly bills during her lunch hour. But, Boys, we take 'em for better or worse, so I just smile and offer encouragement. I tell her to stretch it out over two, or even three days. That way, she won't have to rush so much. I also remind her that missing lunch completely now and then wouldn't hurt her any (if you know what I mean). I like to think tact is one of my strong points.

When doing simple jobs, she seems to think she needs more rest periods. She had to take a break when she was only half-finished mowing the yard. I try not to make a scene. I'm a fair man. I tell her to fix herself a nice, big, cold glass of freshly squeezed lemonade and just sit for a while. And, as long as she is making one for herself, she may as well make one for me, too.

I know that I probably look like a saint in the way I support my wife. I'm not saying that showing this much consideration is easy. Many men will find it difficult. Some will find it impossible! Nobody knows better than I do how frustrating women get as they get older. However, Guys, even if you just use a little more tact and less criticism of your aging wife because of this article, I will consider that writing it was well worthwhile. After all, we are put on this earth to help each other.


EDITOR'S NOTE:
Ron died suddenly on January 31 of a perforated rectum. The police report says he was found with a Calloway extra-long 50-inch Big Bertha Driver II golf club jammed up his rear end, with barely 5 inches of grip showing, and a sledge hammer laying nearby. His wife was arrested and
charged with murder. The all-woman jury took only 10 minutes to find her Not Guilty, accepting her defense that Ron, somehow without looking, accidentally sat down on his golf club.

16 Comments

Ha...I don't play golf anymore....and I don't have a wife to do my bidding...I have a cleaning service that arrives in hazmat suits...and I mooch dinners off my 2 daughters. (I pay them in Striped Bass) It's almost a perfect world except for those stupid NJ laws about sheep.
 
Don't worry about it, FM. Sheep can't cook, anyway...
 
Hell...you can't even take them out to a restaurant for dinner.
 
Well, you can in New Zealand.  Here, you can only get the young ones for dinner...
 
 Ewe guys tell some really baaaaaa'd jokes sometimes.... and I even herd 'em before!
 
Greetings:

My brother-in-law is a real "go-getter" too. He got my sister a job and at 5pm, he goes and gets her. 
 
As someone who is mildly amused by all of this boy-and-girl stuff, being old enough that the boy juices no longer flow so freely in my veins as they did when I was 16 or so,  I'm still on the side of the guy, here, even though he plays golf, which should earn him slow death by impalement in any rational polity.
   
SKK: "Ewe guys tell some really baaaaaa'd jokes sometimes...  and I even herd them before!"

Of course, ewe herd them before, ewe gnu them before any of us, ewe taught us.
 
 
 Grumpy, I am not a sheepskate with my jokes! 
 
SKK, Well Done!, Get the fork! She's got mutton on us!   
 
Grumpy, I only tell jokes because I could not get my farming experiments to work. I tried crossing a goat with a sheep, and all I got was an animal that eats tin cans and grows steel wool. 

*shrug*

 
SKK, you are one very sharp lady.  I had a lot of fun, when I really needed it. John, could you tell me, was “Ron” possibly a dentist? Though you could never prove it is appears that his wife was just doing some dentistry on him.   
 
As a individual who recently made the mistake of taking up golf, I can only say that my wife has been very supportive of me in my endeavor. Namely her thanking the gawds I am not underfoot explainign how to do things like clean the house better :P
 
Thanks, Grumpy! I would have answered sooner, but I wasn't keeping track of the time. My clock fell into the sheep dip, and lost all its ticks! 
 
Susan, I was thinking about your “farming experiment”. About this clock that fell into the sheep dip and lost all of its ticks! Is it possible that ewe ate it? Ewe would get the same results. Well, so much for the hemorrhoids, whew!