And no he did not finally leave me. He has gone fishing with son number one, and I get three days to myself. He gets a river and a cabin, fish and mosquitoes. I get the whole bed, to not feel the need to plan meals, to eat when I feel like it and do whatever the hell else I want.
Remember when the relationship with your significant other was new and any time apart was like an eternity? When you moped about the house waiting and waiting for the big return. And the passion of the big return. Well believe me those days are long gone. These days the grumpy old man and the bitchy not-quite-as-old women can sometimes get on each other’s nerves. Sometimes.
Other times it is just nice to get away separately because we don’t have to be joined by the hip all the time. The Doc’s get away often involves waders and a fishing rod while mine is a an outing with a girlfriend. Whether it is a walk or dinner and a show, I get to talk and interact with someone else. This is very important for my sanity. I get, and probably require, many more outings than he does. He is the saner of the two of us.
But when he does get an outing, it is as equally beneficial to me. Possibly even more beneficial. So for the next three days, I will stay up later, sleep better and longer, and play a lot of Miles Davis, because whenever The Doc is away, I have an affair with Miles. You can’t convince me that this doesn’t define a perfect weekend for any woman after thirty-plus years of marriage. And I am looking forward to it.
Thank you for reading.