Last week we celebrated our 17th wedding anniversary. Well, “celebrated” is a bit of a stretch, but we did exchange cards. And we both got a little sick. Read on.
Today is Monday and it is horribly windy with the water in the pond (ice out over the weekend!) shimmering and moving from the wind. Good ole March weather. It is also chilly, as in 40 degrees, but with the strong NW wind, it feels much colder. We saw snow showers earlier. It is now noon and there is a wind advisory until 5:00 p.m. Out of the corner of my eye I can see the water moving. We don’t have whitecaps, but I guess the equivalent that you get in a small body of freshwater.
Yesterday, despite rain and, of course, wind, we had a pair of Merganser ducks come flying in and they stayed quite a long time. They don’t seem bothered by the ducks or Lucy or the chickens. Then an extra female arrived and all hell broke loose and the pair tried to get her to leave but she didn’t. At one point, all three were happily floating around the pond together.
Later in the day, a pair of mallards arrived. The female had the audacity to get out of the water, walk onto our land, and have a nap, much to the consternation of my two useless male ducks. They were wired!
When the Mergansers arrived, my ducks were way too busy dogging Lucy around. Poor Lucy. She needed to lay her egg so badly, but those two miserable boys would not give her a moment’s peace. Finally, B noticed a white glob out on the ground in the middle of the pen. He went out and sure enough, Lucy had to just drop an egg and flee the two males. I will be watching her for signs of female distress and, somehow, I need to separate the boys from her so she can peacefully lay the next egg.
Oddly enough, I never considered the fact that Lucy would be laying eggs. But lay them she does. I now have 6 goose eggs, even after using them this weekend in my cooking. We should have very strong bones and plenty of immunity in our systems from the goose eggs. But apparently, we don’t.
To back up to Thursday, which was our anniversary, as well as the Plainfield senior dinner take-out. Perfect. We didn’t need to spend any additional money buying take out or going out to dinner. You know the drill during COVID. We don’t eat out except on the rarest of occasions. And frankly, take-out has its disadvantages. For one thing, we live so dang far from civilization that, by the time you get the food home, it is only lukewarm. Now, B likes his hot food on the lukewarm side, anyway. I am part of the school “hot foods hot, cold foods cold” crowd. That means, I have to warm up my food when we get it home. Way too much work.
But back to Thursday. I went after the senior luncheon meal. I got home and it was meat chili with a side of cornbread and we each received a rather generous serving of apple crisp with it. Not my kind of food. Yes, I like cornbread and I like apple crisp, but not made with canned apples. Sorry. I don’t care for chili, but B does, so he was happy. I only warmed up one serving of chili ,as each serving came in a 16 oz. paper cup.
Well, it went down okay. I gave B some of my helping and I moved on to my cornbread and we each got a seedless, or so it seemed, tangerine. However, as the evening progressed, B became increasingly distressed with “intestinal issues”. He finally came to bed, but had to get up once. I, on the other hand, had a queasy feeling stomach lasting into Friday. Needless to say, that second helping of chili that I had not warmed up??? It went to the compost pile.
I did email the director of the senior luncheon just to see if there had been any complaints about the food, but was told no there wasn’t, but they received several compliments about the chili. Good for them! Anyway, we still think the issues came from the chili, period.
So, a few days later, B asked about the second helping of chili, to which I promptly replied it was in the compost bin. B thought that was a horrible shame, as he could have eaten it! I mean, really???? B went on to explain that, had he gotten ill again, he would know for sure it was from the chili, and he would alert the director that it was indeed the chili that made him ill!!!
B finds it particularly intriguing that, with all the covid-related precautions and supposedly improved hygiene awareness , how it’s possible to catch anything like a cold or a “stomach bug”. Apparently, some things get through, which means the covid virus can get through by the same path, despite all the precautions and often over-the-top protocols and restrictions.
This is where the “Men are From Mars, Women are From Venus” thought came into my mind. I must confess, I never read this book, but B did back in the 90s when it was originally published. I thought then, and still do now, that the theory was right, but what would anyone do about it??? Apparently, the book mostly pointed out that communication would help solve the great male/female issues. Well, any woman could tell you that!
I will say that our relationship does sometimes revolve around communication. I mean, I like discussing issues but I do not like B to tell me how to solve my great issues. This is the premise of the book from what I gather. I just like talking about an issue ad nauseum which drives B crazy! He figures, why waste breath rehashing things when the issue can be resolved quickly and directly. I mean, huh??? What fun is that???
Often, I miss having a female friend to “rehash” an event with. Before COVID, B and I used to go to an annual barn party that a woman in the village used to put on every fall. We all brought finger food. As an aside, B on more than one occasion, either caught a cold or was sick from it upon returning home. Finger food, get it??? Anyway, I soon learned it was pointless to bring up some issue from the party, as in what someone was wearing or who had lost or gained weight, that sort of thing. Not maliciousness but just a “rehashing” of what I saw or observed. Useless on B. So, I learned early on to keep my “pointless” opinions to myself. Hmm. If only I had a female to voice these observations to!
But then, I don’t understand any male interest in the show “Family Guy” either. Doctor John brought over a couple of videos that he adores. One was starring, as well as written, produced, and directed by Seth McFarlane, the chief honcho of the series, “Family Guy”. That was enough for me. I didn’t watch the video. But B, night after night, will chuckle and laugh about something Peter Griffin says or does. The wife, Lois, has the scratchiest most annoying voice ever. Doesn’t that say something, ladies??? And, the two females in the series characters never evolve, either. But then, neither do the men’s characters ever evolve either. B says I sit and chuckle over it too. But my chuckling is about the absurdity of it and who wouldn’t chuckle about a one year old baby that not only talks with a British accent, but makes a time machine??? In other words, the ridiculousness of it. I am not going to tell you the parts B finds so humorous, but let me say this, sometimes it is like being married to a 14 year old male in an older man’s body! I think most of you will get it! Hence, the book comes into play again.
And I’ll end with this little story. I happen to find Dave Barry amusing. No, I have never been to see him “live”, but I have read some of his books. And the one joke that often comes to my mind is the one where “Roger” is on a date, in the car. I am paraphrasing here, folks, so don’t write and tell me I got this all wrong, okay???
Anyway, Roger’s date mentions that they’ve been dating for 6 months. Then Roger gets very quiet. His date, thinking that, because Roger has suddenly gone silent after she mentioned their six-month anniversary, that Roger must be thinking all kinds of things like “He hates me. I am a terrible date. He won’t even talk to me. He regrets being with me this long.”. That kind of thing. When in reality, it just reminded Roger that he’s had his new car for 6 months, and so it must need an oil change! See, Men are From Mars, Women are From Venus!