Cranky old man

You know, I like my husband..for the most part.

But I realized something.  He’s a cranky old coot.

And he’s only 38, and you’d think that’s far too young to be a a cranky old coot.

His mother used to joke that he was 37 on the day he was born, implying he was wise beyond his years, even tempered, a little quiet and an incredibly respectful son.

But…by that logic, he’s now 75.

No wonder he seems like an grumpy old codger.

Today, he’s complaining that it costs 4 quarters to fill air in the tires.

A dollar, for air!  Imagine that.

Yes, I do agree, it’s ridiculous to charge for air, but that’s kind of beside the point.   You are being charged for the use of the COMPRESSOR as much as you are being charged for air.  And it’s still cheaper than buying your own (that ends up not working anyway) for as often as we use it (like once every 2 years).

But, see, the way I see it, is that he’s paying for more than just air.

He’s paying for better gas mileage, and for protection for the occupants of the vehicle.

He doesn’t seem to want to see it that way.

But I reminded him about the video game systems and games he purchased.

A dollar seems such small potatoes in comparison.

He grimaced.

You know, I recently told a friend I am not as playful and joyous as I feel I am capable of being.

There are times when an almost unbearably intense lightness of being shoots forth.  Sadly, it doesn’t reveal itself often.  Usually after my second margarita.  That makes me want to cry.

The real me is not cranky.  The real me is not 75, or even 40.    I’m still about, hmmm, 19, and me of then would occasionally go to supermarkets at 12 o’clock at night with my best friend R to poke fun at vegetables and stock clerks and the scary late night shoppers.

We’d leave the store hand in hand, giggling gleefully like children.

I still have that young woman inside, that ecstatically joyful little imp that wants to come out and play.

Only life, three intense children in 3.5 years, and being married to a Mr. Cranky-Pants, has changed me some.

I have, in many ways, become a cranky old woman.

And I don’t like it.

I’d like to increase positivity and joy in my life.

I’d like to restore the childhood wonder I know I had.

Well…I’m off to the woods today, to spend a few hours alone.

I invited Mr. RSG, but he said he’d rather change the oil on the truck and do some other things round the house.

Yes, it needs to be done, I suppose.

But this is going to be one of the last beautiful days of the season.  Pretty soon it’s going to move into dreary, bleak, dark, and cold days.

I, for one, am not going to pass up this chance to hang out with Mama Nature.

Have a beautiful day, dear readers.

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