Thursday, January 14, 2010

Breaking News

It's a typical nighttime in our house. Husband and I are reading the newspaper together, the kids are both taking showers in different bathrooms, trying to race and see who will use up all the hot water first and deprive the other of an enjoyable shower. After all, any day you can cause misery to your sibling is a good day for either one of them.

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. 


  1. It's just so overwhelming.
    The whole infrastructure of the country was poor to begin with. Now it's just horrendous. No way to get to people. No way to distribute water. No way to stop the spread of cholera and other diseases. I hate to say this, but I have a bad feeling we are watching the beginning of a long, slow nightmare.

  2. (just found your blog and your "about" cracked me up.)

    REALLY REALLY sad about Haiti and I feel so powerless to do anything.

    I spent months living in Guatemala and which is practically wealthy in comparison and merely imagining that type of devastation there I can see it taking decades to repair----for Haiti an eternity.


  3. Chris, It's horrific. And what I can't stand is that these types of disasters, even though they're nearly always natural disasters, always seem to happen in places where the infrastructure can't handle anything.

  4. MizFit, thanks for finding and reading my blog, I appreciate it. It's hard to be watching these kinds of events occur and know that the only thing we can do (while people are buried in buildings) is send money. It just doesn't seem like enough.

  5. Is there any other sort of marital bliss? I thought blank stares were standard issue.

  6. Charlotte, you are killing me! "Blank stares" is just a perfect way to describe this situation. Now that I think of it, it may be a perfect way to describe all of our conversations!