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Showing posts with label Lizzy. Show all posts
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Friday, April 26, 2013

Sixty-Five




Sixty-five.  Hoodathunkit?  In two more days I’m gonna be 65.  It is an important mile-marker, I think, though age is, in some respects, just a state of mind.  I don’t feel 65.  That is something I have heard a lot of people say-that they don’t feel their age.  When I look in the mirror I expect to see a pup of 20 or so looking back at me but I see an old man instead.  Sometimes it is a shock.  Mostly I am used to it now.   My beard is fully gray and my hair is turning too.  My muscles have lost a good bit of the tone that they had all my life.  I am reconciling myself to the ‘things I can not change vs the things that I can change’ and the things I can still do easily and those that I cannot.  It is more a function of what my body can do as opposed to what my mind can do because my mind is aging more slowly than my body.  At least that is my feeling. 

Things I cannot do easily any longer:
-drive for long periods of time.
-tackle large, labor intensive projects.
-jump off of scaffolds higher than 3 feet off the ground.
-stay awake for the eleven o’clock news.
-put up with stupid people.

Things I can still do well:
-drive to my job in the Bronx (though I wish I had an automatic transmission for when I get caught in traffic jams on the Taconic.)
-work in my garden until I get tired then take a nap.
-climb up scaffolds
-sleep until 3:35am at which time I can sleep no longer.
-keep my mouth shut when confronted with stupid people.

I look forward to whatever is coming.  I used to think I knew what was coming but now I know that I know nothing about what is coming.  I love my wife and I am glad I never cheated on her.  I love my children though I know they are more important to me than I could ever be to them.  I love my dog more than my own life-and she deserves it. 

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Interpersonal Interaction and The Boiler Room



Interpersonal Interaction and The Boiler Room

I just called Julio.  He’s the guy that has been servicing our boiler for years.  We had an appointment to get the annual boiler service done next week but I have had to juggle all of the long term appointments I had made prior to my unexpected selection for jury duty.  I just can’t be home and Lizzy doesn’t want the work to be done when I’m not here.  When a question comes up during the boiler service she wants me to deal with it—that’s just the way the boiler work has always been. It is my job.

It used to bother me a little bit that she doesn’t want to have that responsibility when it is inconvenient for me to be here.  I have resented that I have to be on the hook for the boiler appointment.  Over the years I have realized that it is the nature of relationships (partnerships really) that responsibility gets either naturally or artificially distributed.  That is to say either the parties fall into a pattern of accepting portions of the work without prompting or one of them has to take a leadership role and assign the tasks or, a third possibility, they balk and run, dissolving the relationship.  “Accepting the portions” does not necessarily mean doing so without discussion or debate, it just means that the apportionment is mutually acceptable in the end, without rancor or distaste.  Our marriage has been a study in such 'give and take' and I like to think that we are successful on that count. 
 
Similarly, emotional distribution of responsibility also takes a sort of ‘work’--the work of negotiating the mine field of personal emotional interaction.  Between two people (or any group of people for that matter) there are situations that need to be ‘worked out’.  Married couples sometimes call this ‘give and take’.  One would think that the combination of just two people, working out a position on a single problem would be a simple thing.  It is not simple.  If it were only for the time and space aspect of a problem (who is picking up the kid from day care and what time? for example) it would be simple but history of the relationship (how the negotiation played out in the past), the physical condition of the persons involved (who didn’t sleep well last night or who feels poorly for eating cold chili out of the fridge at midnight?),  the mental condition of the individuals (who is going to traffic court later in the day or who has to drive over to Mom’s house to deal with the Alzheimer’s, the home care worker and the social services administration?…) the irritants and the mutations of Life are incalculable. 

It is not all bad though.  A walk outside on a beautiful Fall day when the leaves are bright and the Indian Summer has brought warm breezes just might make the sorriest husband in the world amenable to anything his wife desires.  I think it is safe to say that there is no way to predict the direction a ‘personal interaction’ might take.  We live our lives bouncing like a pinball off of the circumstances and personalities of others.  We do our best to ‘divine’ the way a conversation or an interaction might progress based on how we feel ourselves and how similar conversations and interactions have gone in the past.  We must, out of necessity, live with the uncertainties of life and personality and circumstance. 

Most importantly, we must use every bit of our strength to be the best person we can be so that those people who are important to us (and ultimately all beings in our universe) can count on us and know us and depend on the consistency of Us. 

I have to go down to the boiler room now and tidy up a little bit.  I don’t want Julio to come in to a messy place.  I hope he is in a good mood today.

Wednesday, November 09, 2011

What Are You Looking For?

Looking for Something

The shelves of the pantry, sometimes appear, like a jigsaw puzzle or, No! a pinball machine. My eyes are like the round, chrome ball bouncing from can to can to bottle to box. Unable to find the object of my search, they ricochet off of the colors and shapes in there…

With her head bent over the morning papers or the coffee cup in her hand she says “what are you looking for?” And I am a combination of half asleep, bothered that I can not find it for myself, that she has to ask me the same question every time I stand here like I do, and flattered that she will take the moment to even want to know. It is such a common question and so predictably offered up that while I looked for my breakfast in there this morning I thought I heard her talking to me. But then I thought, maybe not! Did she just ask me ‘the question’? Or was that my imagination? So, I said to her, “did you just say something?” and she said “No! But what are you looking for?” And I smiled and said, "the matzos" but in my heart what I was really looking for was the question.