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As I was mowing my lawn today, making intersecting zigzag patterns, I was thinking about my poor huband.
He is the reason I was mowing in such an interesting configuration. Perhaps I should explain.
You see, I consider it part of my cosmic commission to demonstrate that the whole duty of man is NOT to disprove the second law of thermodynamics (everything tends to disorder). He does not share this point of view.
Shortly after we were married Julia Roberts starred in Sleeping With the Enemy. When straight, even lines of cans with labels facing forward alerted her to the presence of her psychotic husband I am aftraid unflattering parellels may have been made.
It does me no credit to admit that even today I recall without shame the positive glee with which I harrassed him about that, for a very long time.
I have mentioned in the past that I now close cabinets doors for him, I put my shoes in the closet rather than just off to the side somewhere, I open the blinds to exactly the same height and close my dresser drawers ALL the way...most of time.
But, it is not in my nature to surrender entirely.
I recall one evening, when he inquired as to why the sheets I had put on the bed were not a complete set. I explained these were the ones that had been on top, not to mention, contrasting sheets are more interesting.
But why, he inquired in a pained tone, did we have to have a single pillow case from each set?
These are the questions that plague him, and in living with me, they plague him often. Can't we throw that away? Why can't that or this or the other thing be put away? I typically have what I consider to be a perfectly reasonable explanation that seems to cause some sort of strange throbbing in his temple or trigger a need for deep breathing exercises.
So we return to the topic of the lawn, which he prefers to have mowed in large even rectangles. I can't imagine anything more boring. Everyone does THAT! So I tend to do the mowing in a more free flowing pattern form. It is a credit to his perverserance, or a sign of how far into exhaustion I have driven him, that when he noticed the lastest pattern in our yard he merely sighed heavily and asked if I really HAD to do that.
I admitted I didn't but that I did really enjoy it.
"Fine," he said with a resigned sigh, "Have fun."
He loves me, he really loves me!!


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