Going through some boxes of stored stuff. We came to a box with old Christmas decorations. There were hundreds of cards that we were saving to check the name and addresses before tossing them away.
She showed me some large socks that were once use to hang on the fire place mantel, that were stuffed with fruits candy and small toys for the kids. She then took some scissors and cut the toes out of them. Said they were going to be leg warmers. I thought that's what they were!
Then she came to a Santa Clause cap with a big white tassel and cut it off. She put the tassel in her pocket.
Then came a black belt that was big enough to fit around a large bear, and she cut the buckle off of it! And tossed what was left of the belt, into the trash.
The boots were cut down to make slippers and then we found the glass of milk and the cookies. Now why would she store that away? The milk had evaporated and the cookies were beyond description.
Then an old brass lamp came to the surface, she rubbed and rubbed it until I disappeared. I had about all I could handle for the day. I was hungry and needed a cold drink. She snarled at me and passed along a few bad words that I hadn’t heard for a long time. She no longer spoke softly to me and I think the end is near. She took a knife out of a drawer in the kitchen and sharpened it and put it on her bed side table. I doubt that she will use it for peeling Veggies in the bed room.
I am careful not to get down on my knees to say my prayers, until she is tucked into bed. And I don’t go to bed until I am sure she is a-sleep. When I use the shower, I make sure the door is locked with a deadbolt!
When we go walking, I always walk a little behind her, this is to make sure she doesn’t fall over the edge of a cliff or into the path of a car. I do pray at night, but nothing ever happens.
A few days later we decided to finish what we had started, days before, I really didn’t think we had stored that many boxes away. And I am of the opinion, that they should all be tossed into the trash without even looking in the boxes. Of course this idea was rejected, now I am in twice as deep as before.
The next box we opened, was stuff that was once mine. It was all disposed of . The next box were all things that the kids had out grown, it was saved so she could give them away.
This next box, she wouldn’t let me see what it was. Following that box, was a box full of things from the kitchen, some were never used or even taken out of the packaging they came in and things that I always wondered what happened to them.
We opened a box of old pictures, mostly all mine, She took one or two and put them aside and the rest went into the trash. I asked, why are you throwing them away? She said: They are old and we never look at them. Then I ask, are you going to have a yard sale? And she said NO”. So I ask why, and she says: I don’t want people to see that we had all this cheap junk. So again I ask why, and she said because it is old and it’s junk.
The next box was full of dolls, stuffed animals and thing for young girls, things that were hers when she was little. She held then and hugged then and even sang to them. These things will definitely be saved. While she sat there rocking and cooing to her dolls, I escaped and went down the local beer joint. I was surprised to see so many of my friends there.
What a great way to spend a Saturday afternoon. This party went on until around five p.m., Then most of the guys drifted away and went home. But not me, I went to eat at a place that had a hundred scanty dressed waitresses. I ate slowly to keep my table as long as I could. There were a number of others waiting to get a table and watch the show. No it wasn’t a show, it was more of a parade of advertising what one could get with a few dollars. I made some arraignments and told the lady I would be in my car just outside the entrance. The night was young and I wasn’t feeling old. It was about a half an hour before she came out. So I asked, where do you want to go? She said lets go to my apartment first, I can shower and we can have a few drinks and go from there! I woke around seven a.m., I could smell fresh coffee and some one was in the shower. I wondered who and soon after, her room mate came into the bed room with cups of steaming coffee on a tray. The robe she had on was hardly covering her. We drank coffee, then she dressed and was off to teach her Sunday school class. Then I took a shower and found my clothing, it was scattered all over the house. But the socks I found didn’t match. “Oh well”, some days are just like that!
We said our good bys and I located my car just up the street and found I had left the keys in the ignition. I really must have been excited to leave the keys in my car. I stopped at work and done a few things, then home for a Sunday breakfast.
She said: where have you been, and I said at work, she said I called there, and I said yes I know and I didn’t answer the phone. She said: you are going to hear from my lawyer in the morning, I said: don’t bother, my lawyer has already spoken to your lawyer and they will be talking again tomorrow. Your lawyer wants to see the pictures, of you and your lover. What pictures she said? Ask your lawyer to show them to you. Now go pack a few things and get a room at the YWCA club.
As you could guess, there are no pictures, but she won’t know that and my bluff just might work! I wonder why I didn’t think about this earlier? Guess some men are lead down that path, much too easy
By: Ben R.
She showed me some large socks that were once use to hang on the fire place mantel, that were stuffed with fruits candy and small toys for the kids. She then took some scissors and cut the toes out of them. Said they were going to be leg warmers. I thought that's what they were!
Then she came to a Santa Clause cap with a big white tassel and cut it off. She put the tassel in her pocket.
Then came a black belt that was big enough to fit around a large bear, and she cut the buckle off of it! And tossed what was left of the belt, into the trash.
The boots were cut down to make slippers and then we found the glass of milk and the cookies. Now why would she store that away? The milk had evaporated and the cookies were beyond description.
Then an old brass lamp came to the surface, she rubbed and rubbed it until I disappeared. I had about all I could handle for the day. I was hungry and needed a cold drink. She snarled at me and passed along a few bad words that I hadn’t heard for a long time. She no longer spoke softly to me and I think the end is near. She took a knife out of a drawer in the kitchen and sharpened it and put it on her bed side table. I doubt that she will use it for peeling Veggies in the bed room.
I am careful not to get down on my knees to say my prayers, until she is tucked into bed. And I don’t go to bed until I am sure she is a-sleep. When I use the shower, I make sure the door is locked with a deadbolt!
When we go walking, I always walk a little behind her, this is to make sure she doesn’t fall over the edge of a cliff or into the path of a car. I do pray at night, but nothing ever happens.
A few days later we decided to finish what we had started, days before, I really didn’t think we had stored that many boxes away. And I am of the opinion, that they should all be tossed into the trash without even looking in the boxes. Of course this idea was rejected, now I am in twice as deep as before.
The next box we opened, was stuff that was once mine. It was all disposed of . The next box were all things that the kids had out grown, it was saved so she could give them away.
This next box, she wouldn’t let me see what it was. Following that box, was a box full of things from the kitchen, some were never used or even taken out of the packaging they came in and things that I always wondered what happened to them.
We opened a box of old pictures, mostly all mine, She took one or two and put them aside and the rest went into the trash. I asked, why are you throwing them away? She said: They are old and we never look at them. Then I ask, are you going to have a yard sale? And she said NO”. So I ask why, and she says: I don’t want people to see that we had all this cheap junk. So again I ask why, and she said because it is old and it’s junk.
The next box was full of dolls, stuffed animals and thing for young girls, things that were hers when she was little. She held then and hugged then and even sang to them. These things will definitely be saved. While she sat there rocking and cooing to her dolls, I escaped and went down the local beer joint. I was surprised to see so many of my friends there.
What a great way to spend a Saturday afternoon. This party went on until around five p.m., Then most of the guys drifted away and went home. But not me, I went to eat at a place that had a hundred scanty dressed waitresses. I ate slowly to keep my table as long as I could. There were a number of others waiting to get a table and watch the show. No it wasn’t a show, it was more of a parade of advertising what one could get with a few dollars. I made some arraignments and told the lady I would be in my car just outside the entrance. The night was young and I wasn’t feeling old. It was about a half an hour before she came out. So I asked, where do you want to go? She said lets go to my apartment first, I can shower and we can have a few drinks and go from there! I woke around seven a.m., I could smell fresh coffee and some one was in the shower. I wondered who and soon after, her room mate came into the bed room with cups of steaming coffee on a tray. The robe she had on was hardly covering her. We drank coffee, then she dressed and was off to teach her Sunday school class. Then I took a shower and found my clothing, it was scattered all over the house. But the socks I found didn’t match. “Oh well”, some days are just like that!
We said our good bys and I located my car just up the street and found I had left the keys in the ignition. I really must have been excited to leave the keys in my car. I stopped at work and done a few things, then home for a Sunday breakfast.
She said: where have you been, and I said at work, she said I called there, and I said yes I know and I didn’t answer the phone. She said: you are going to hear from my lawyer in the morning, I said: don’t bother, my lawyer has already spoken to your lawyer and they will be talking again tomorrow. Your lawyer wants to see the pictures, of you and your lover. What pictures she said? Ask your lawyer to show them to you. Now go pack a few things and get a room at the YWCA club.
As you could guess, there are no pictures, but she won’t know that and my bluff just might work! I wonder why I didn’t think about this earlier? Guess some men are lead down that path, much too easy
By: Ben R.
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