Walking Across Fire

My wife is gone for 2 weeks.  She’s up at her family house in Maine with friends and family.  I didn’t go, because, number one I got gigs to do and, number 2, the house has only one bathroom and I hate staying in places with one bathroom and more than 2 people; SO, I stayed home and have to fend for myself.

I’m not looking for sympathy mind you.  The truth of the matter is, I have not fended for myself all that often, and I’m sure I can use the practice.  Simple things like, since I live in a rather secluded, out of the way place, doing my shopping while I’m in town, BUT, that would take forethought and I haven’t met too many men good at that and I am certainly among that group.  SO, I got ginger ale, some left over Chinese and some crackers in the house at this time.

I’m a man who believes in practice makes better.  I did feed the dogs this morning, so they won’t die yet and neither will I.

I guess I’ve been pretty spoiled, though my siblings and mom will tell you my wife has trained me pretty well.  My mom says Kat (my wife) has whipped me into shape, making me particularly confident I will survive this 2 week adventure.

I know this is just silly stuff, but much of my life has been made up of silly stuff that I have given different levels of significance, much ado about nothing, and yet, that nothing makes up so much of the time of our lives.  Being silly, finding fun in the day to day stuff, I think that makes a life just as much if not more than the few big things that occur.