Thursday, January 14, 2010
Husband got to the paper before me so I'm reading each crinkled up, disheveled section after him, and I'm actually thinking he read each one thoroughly.
I ask my him, "Did you read that story about the real estate blogger who posts pictures of ugly houses on this blog?"
He looks at me blankly.
I recap the story briefly to jog his memory. He's still blank. I give him a look.
"Did you read the paper?" I ask. He says yes, he just didn't read that one story.
Right. I look at him suspiciously. I know he's really only reading the comics and checking the weather for tomorrow. And we live in Arizona; it's not like there are any dramatic weather changes in store for us.
Amazing. Here we are, sitting next to each other at the kitchen table, reading the same newspaper, married nearly seventeen years, yet so different that we stare at each other blankly when one of us wants to discuss a particular story with the other. Okay, it's always me who wants to discuss a story and it's always him looking at me blankly.
Nearly seventeen years of mismatched marital bliss.
Yet this time, one thing we agree on, one story we haven't missed - the plea for aid to Haiti.