A 30-day blog project: Something Found, Something Written, and Something Made.
The Grouchy Man
Oh dear. I might have oversold this story.
An overwhelming number of you chose “The Grouchy Man,” no doubt anticipating a front-row seat to some juicy marriage moment.
Alas, I must disappoint.
However, Steve and I will be married 25 years in June, so… hmmm… perhaps our moments (of the juicy type) number in the… hundreds? Thousands? No matter, most of them are forgotten now, or buried so deep that they don’t surface during the normal course of our days.
It’s kind of weird though. One minute they are down quite deep and the next the little fellas just show up, ready to lend a hand. But in truth they are a little bit desperate about it. It’s as if these forgotten-but-not-forgotten memories suddenly need air — it really is an emergency situation — and, gasping, they stumble into the current moment in order to help clarify things.
The truth is they’re not actually that helpful.
No, they’re really not helpful at all.
So, back to the story. The grouchy man is not Steve this time.
Yes, Steve can be grouchy. Yes, he might be the grouchiest man on earth if I am a little too bouncy in the morning before he’s had his coffee. And yes, most stories titled “The Grouchy Man” would indeed have been about Steve.
But not today.
Have a wonderful day!