Posts Tagged ‘relationship’
Just Reward
I don’t know how many times I have good-naturedly poked fun at Cyndie when her glasses somehow make their way to the floor beneath the bedside table in the dark of night.
Since she can’t see anything without her glasses, she asks me for help.
I just can’t restrain myself. I always end up asking why she puts her glasses down there in the first place. If she can’t see them and she can’t reach them, that seems like a really illogical place for her to put her critical specs.
Cyndie never thinks that’s as funny as I do.
Well, until last night.
While she has had glasses for most of her life, I breezed along for almost fifty years before finally joining the club. I’m still struggling with the routine of keeping track of my growing variety of readers. 
As I stood up from the bed and turned to set my glasses on the bedside table, they slid. My cat-like reaction triggered the reach reflex, but I missed. Instead, I succeeded in pushing them further off the surface, where they were able to tumble down to a spot on the floor that requires an extra joint between the wrist and elbow to reach.
Cyndie was way too mature to ask me why I put them down there in the first place.
Unfortunately, something tells me this serving of humble pie won’t successfully dissuade me from blurting out the same dang question to my love, next time she needs me to rescue her glasses again.
I may be getting older, but it doesn’t guarantee I’m maturing.
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Anniversary Thirty-Five
Happy Anniversary today, Cyndie. Thirty-five years in a blink. How’d that happen?
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At the same time, today is also Julian’s birthday. Thanks for sharing this day with us, my other jwh, and making it even more special than it already was!
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New Adventure
I was at a wedding yesterday. The weather provided a nice September backdrop for an outdoor wedding. Everything was beautiful. If you can imagine this, Cyndie made the wedding cake. I have already written a story about her first experience as wedding cake provider. I didn’t think she would ever try again. But that is just like Cyndie, to dive right back in again.
Her style is so different from mine that I tend to get out of the way and let her do her magic. I just can’t help, because I end up getting in her way and cramp her style. The result is the exact opposite of what I mean to offer. So I back off. It feels kind of dysfunctional, but I think it is part of our codependency. It becomes a dash of her mania and my depression, and they clash. A wonderful opportunity to discover a solution to a next level of learning about ourselves as a result of having a relationship.
I don’t know how soon that lesson will be revealed, because there is a very great probability that Cyndie will be moving to Boston for a while. She is mulling a job offer that just appeared, unexpected. At first, this may seem contradictory to our plan to move to a horse farm. Maybe, maybe not. Cyndie is thinking that this might be an opportunity to save up some extra money toward financing our jump to the paradise we are dreaming of. It might add a year or two to the process, but she negotiated the time off to continue the horse training that she already has scheduled.
Her move to another city will be a different test for our relationship. I enjoy my time alone when she is traveling, but this takes it to another level. However, we are both feeling that now is a very good time for us to give this a try.
We are on the verge of another new adventure. It’s not one I expected, but that’s part of what makes it an adventure. Maybe it’ll be as easy as baking a cake.
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