I spent last weekend with the boys. Or at least we were boys when we all first met. Tim and Rosey I have know for about 35 years, Ray and John for about thirty.
They are all great guys, all successful business types (except me---I wouldn't know success if it bit me in the ass) and are all well read and well informed. For the most part our children are all the same age. John's daughter, Melissa, and my daughter Miriam were born on the same day in the same year. They are also all in long term marriages (again, except me. marriage did bite me in the ass) with really great women.
So when we get together on these outings we inevitably talk work,,,,,,, and move beyond that quickly. Then we discuss the kids; rising tution, their collge classes, their boyfriends/girlfriends, jobs.... and the talk moves to golf outings, camping trips, movies, books, music and stupid shit we did in college that we hope the kids never find out about.
Inevitably, though, and usually late in the evening around the campfire, the discussions seem to channel themselves to a subject I can only call...... "Sometimes I just don't GET the way my wife thinks"
"she want's a new garage door.... just 'cause she thinks it doesn't match the rest of the house!!"
"she want's to remodel the kitchen....we just did it FIVE YEARS AGO!"
"she THREW away my MUSKIE fishing sweat shirt!!! I caught my biggest muskie wearing that sweatshirt! It was only 20 years old!"
"I really can't see why she thinks golfing four times a week is excessive"
"The woman bought another pair of shoes! She must have forty pairs! I keep telling her she only has two feet!"
"The thing about marriage," Tim said, " is that there is serendipity....... and then there is just the plan old Dipity."
Sunday morning I am making breakfast. My turn. And I can hear the phone calls being made.
To Ellen. Monica. Dana Lynn. Christie.
Drunk on a saturday night a man's thoughts may move to Dipity..... but Sunday morning it seems to move to right back to serendipity.