09 July 2011

Menopause

Well, that's what she blames it on.  The fog, she calls it.  So we're making breakfast together.  I'm taking care of preparing the eggs, she's tending to the sausage.  After a while I notice that the sausage is looking rather the same.  And sure enough:  the burner is not on.  I tell her:  "It helps to turn the burner on sometimes."  We laugh.  After we finish eating I walk by the stove and feel heat.  I look down:  sure enough.  The burner is still on and the pan is smoking.  "It also helps to turn the burner off."  And I add:  "By the way, I am so going to blog on this (it makes a much more pleasant topic than that stupid card game)."

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

What a patient Mrs., that she doesn't just kill you where you stand. :)

Pastor Peters said...

You deserve to sleep in the garage tonight...

Scotty said...

There are other uses (upside the head) for the frying pan besides cooking sausage fortunately Cindi did not implement them!

William Weedon said...

Let's just say it's a good thing she DOESN'T have a blog or there might be other stories...

Rev. Paul T. McCain said...

You are a brave man, and reckless. Good grief. You should know better than put up posts like this about your wife.

Good luck.

William Weedon said...

You all must know: TEASE is the grease that keeps a family together!

Lynne said...

Firmly in the fog camp right along with Cindi. I agree that husbands are sometimes well served to stay at least an arm's length away from their spouses at such times......I am growing so weary of looking for the letter, keys, piece of paper, shoes, (insert almost any noun here) that I just had. This is not a problem I dealt with often when I was pre-fog, and it is driving me crazy.

Sage said...

I deal with statistics, databases and countless graphs and detail day in and day out. Yet, I cannot remember where I left my keys, if I parked the truck in front or back, took out the trash or yes, even if I turned on the burner.

It's revenge for being able to multi-task pre-meno years. Now we're relegated to the domain men have always functioned in. :-)

Terry Maher said...

PW, "fog" I should tell you has another meaning in another context, namely, from the great von Clausewitz' Vom Kriege, in which he says:

The great uncertainty of all data in war is a peculiar difficulty, because all action must, to a certain extent, be planned in a mere twilight, which in addition not infrequently — like the effect of a fog or moonshine — gives to things exaggerated dimensions and unnatural appearance.

I second the cautions of the other guys here lest one kind of fog turn into the other!

Which can be seen from their experience, some even brothers in the OHM, and von Clausewitz himself being Lutheran, his grandfather a theology professor and his great grandfather a pastor!

QED!

Loneviking said...

Yikes! I'm pretty sure that my wife, also named (and spelled) Lynne doesn't read this blog. But after reading Lynnes post I'm not so sure! That sure sounds just like my sweetheart.

And pastor, just in case tomorrow finds you with two broken hands, Ill wait patiently for your return to the blogosphere!

--helen said...

Cindi won the card game.

William Weedon said...

HELEN! I used to like you... ;)

Saw Dr. Eifert here (he's playing conference) and we both agree: everybody loves Helen!