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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8 Responses to Cranky old man

  1. Jen says:

    I just had to laugh at Mr. Cranky-Pants. My husband and I are both in our 40s, and we apparently have to take turns being the Cranky-Pants person in our marriage. We’ve had a nonstop barrage of medical billing snafus, travel expenses, traveling in and of itself, and the accompanying coming home to deal with. We have to remind each other that it’s okay to breathe, that the paperwork will get done, that we are lucky to be able to go and do with very little notice.

    I understand only all too well what you are saying. 🙂

  2. raisingsmartgirls says:

    🙂

    Yeah…I figured somebody might relate.

    Mr. RSG missed a gorgeous day. I’ll soon post pictures of the beautiful trees, the fuzzy caterpillar, the garter snake I nearly stepped on, and some other little surprises I found today at my favorite place.

  3. Mr. RSG says:

    In my defense…

    Back in the “Good Old Days” gas stations also had repair shops and, thus had an air compressor for the tools and whatnot. They’d add a Tee to the line and poke it through the wall – voila! free air (and goodwill).

    Nowadays the gas station clerks can barely tell the difference between menthol and regular cigarettes (probably the greatest percentage of human interaction during the day) – let alone perform vehicle repairs. I get that the self-service air compressor needs maintenance and repairs that cost money.

    But a dollar! For AIR!?! especially since the compressor usually cuts-off just before you start the third tire requiring another tribute. I wouldn’t flinch at a quarter – even two; but a dollar for 1 minute of air!?!?! And if I’m paying that much, I damn-well better get all 4 tires up to pressure before the pump cuts off!

    It also bugs me to pay $2 for a bag of FROZEN WATER to keep my cooler cold. What happened to 79 cents? Was there some marvelous revolution in water-freezing technology that I’m paying more than twice as much for? (I’ll leave that rant for another time)

    I do buy video games, but I buy those used (at least 95% of them)…
    Just like I don’t like paying a buck for air, I don’t like paying $60 for a game. I can wait a few weeks for the 12-year-olds to finish it and turn it in for the latest and greatest so I can pick it up for half-price (or less).

    It’s not that I’m a miser and watch every penny I spend (I doubt you’ll find ANYONE that would say that about me), but I don’t like to piss it away. I could take the truck to the oil-change place and get it done for $35; or I can do it at home for $15 – same amount of time, just a little extra dirt on my shirt. Then I can take that saved $20 and take my lovely wife out to dinner…

    Anyway – got to run for now…
    I’ve got to yell at those damn kids to get off my lawn and tell them I’m keeping their football if it lands in my yard again…
    🙂

  4. raisingsmartgirls says:

    Well,

    Point(s) taken.

    I’m not arguing that you had (had wanted) to change the oil. But you coulda done that when we got back and had some time with Nature. The oil change could have waited.

    And as far as frozen water for your cooler. You Could get creative and freeze your own ice in our own trays and add it to plastic bags. Sure, it would take a few days, but it’s totally do-able.

    You missed a beautiful day and I’ve got the pictures to prove it.

    🙂

  5. Rick says:

    I wish I still lived in a place where I could walk in the woods. I may get to do that, soon, if the deal on the house goes through. Right now, I can go for a walk through richer people’s neighborhoods, which just pisses me off.

  6. raisingsmartgirls says:

    Yeah,

    That would piss me off too. We live in the second cheapest subdivision and second oldest round here, so I hear you on that. But hey, at least we have old growth trees, so it’s not all bad.

    Oh, and, by the way, I had to drive 45 minutes and spend $5 for the privilege.

    I’ll be posting pictures soon, you all can take a walk with me vicariously.

  7. Jen says:

    I am currently reading a book called _The Happiness Project: Or, Why I Spent a Year Trying to Sing in the Morninig, Clean my Closets, Fight Right, Read Aristotle, and Generally Have More Fun_ by Gretchen Rubin. Check it out. It is lighthearted but definitely based in good research.

  8. raisingsmartgirls says:

    I remember coming across Gretchen’s blog a while ago. I was kind of in a bad place then, depression-wise, and I wasn’t really able to muster the energy to follow through on doing that.

    I’m in a better place now. I’m more receptive to it, I think. I hope my library has the book, because I keep buying books and running out of room to store them.

    Thanks for reminding me of it.

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