This week, Susanna and the kids are down in Atlanta visiting family leaving me [queue scary music] a bachelor. Being thus allows the observation in practice of what we really already know to be true: Susanna is the joy and motivation to my life.
Thought last week: Maybe I’ll go to the museum this week
Reality this week: Maybe I’ll get out of bed… maybe
Thought last week: home alone in October, post-season baseball, great timing!
Reality this week: fell asleep twice
Normal life: Susanna is a great cook, I’m well fed. I actually don’t mind cooking though and on rare occasion might give her a break (perhaps more rare than she might like, but hey…). So I should be fairly competent to feed myself right?
Saturday Dinner: “leftover spaghetti… that works”
Sunday Breakfast: “…Gorilla Coffee has muffins”
Sunday 11PM, Susanna calls: “What did you have for dinner” me- “oh… dinner, right”
Sunday 11:30PM: cereal, naan bread, olives, more spaghetti… you don’t find that on the menu anywhere
Monday 7PM at Key Foods: Rick wanders the isles from one side to the other. Only manages to come up with 2 meals
Monday dinner: sausage, sauerkraut, basic ballpark fare
Tuesday lunch: sausage, sauerkraut, basic ballpark fare
Tuesday dinner: finally a real prepared meal – shrimp linguine
Wednesday lunch: sausage, sauerkraut, basic ballpark fare
Wednesday dinner: 3 course meal… as in, before caregroup I grabbed some leftover shrimp, after caregroup I bummed some soup watching the world series with the guys, and when I got home I had some cereal
So the point is, I miss my wife, I need my wife. Tying in my beginning observation – its not that I’m incapable. It’s that living for myself is empty. The spark, joy, motivation for anything I do in life – it’s my wife!
God’s a pretty smart guy with this wife thing. The lost pages of Genesis (I’m sure) tell about how Adam ate nothing but tv dinners, was naked because he didn’t know where he put his clothes, and started to look like a monkey because he never shaved. Then God said “it is not good for man to be alone” and now you know, the rest of the story. good day.
October 23rd, 2008
8:15 am
Susanna was worried you wouldn’t eat at all…so at least sausage is better then nothing:) Justin is the same way. If I am not home, he doesn’t eat.
October 23rd, 2008
8:20 am
I am so thankful my daughter has a husband who loves her so well…What a gift you are to her, as well!
October 23rd, 2008
8:20 am
Guess it is self-evident last comment was from Mom C…
October 23rd, 2008
10:30 am
Here’s something to occupy your time until your wife decides she misses you:
http://www.amazon.com/Comeback-Conservatism-That-Can-Again/dp/0385515332/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1224771624&sr=8-1
Perhaps it’s along the lines of your thoughts of revolution/revitalization that we discussed a few days ago.
October 23rd, 2008
10:00 pm
I MISS YOU TOO!!!!:)
October 28th, 2008
3:19 pm
That last paragraph was brilliant. I laughed out loud