Today, Dorothy speaks:
Dorothy Says:
Lordy, there he sits like a bump on a log. He never gets out of that recliner except to
go to work (if he can call it work) and to go to Al and Jean’s on Sunday after
I get home from church. He wouldn’t even
go then except he likes to talk to Al about football.
Jean and I long ago made them go outside to talk
football. We got so tired of hearing
about it. He thinks we talk Antiques
Roadshow when we’re really discussing our marriages. Jean and Al have been working on rekindling
theirs. This trip to London is a second
honeymoon. I didn’t tell George
beforehand because I thought it might wake him up. Thank goodness Dannie was home.
I see him giving me the fish eye when I wear my green sweat
pants. He hasn’t even noticed that I’ve
lost 35 pounds and they hang on me now.
Lordy, I am so tired of tuna salad on toast and tomato
soup. Years ago I’d ask him every Sunday
what he’d like, and it was always the same.
Except, he wanted the sandwich fried in butter, and he’s overweight enough. A couple times I’ve had to help him get out
of that recliner.
He has no ambition at all.
No sense of adventure. How did
this happen? When he was in his
twenties, he was so full of ideas and plans.
I guess my dad giving him a salesman’s job was a mistake. Thirty years later, he’s still there. All he does is sit in his office and play
games on the computer.
What a blessing little Dannie is. Without her encouragement I never would have
decided to leave boring George and strike out on my own.
“Dorthy?”
“Yes, George? More
soup?”
“No. Thanks. I was thinking. What are we going to do when I retire? Got any dreams? A bucket list?”
“Actually, George, I’ve been wanting to talk to you about
that. Guess now’s as good a time as
any. I’m going to San Francisco with
Dannie. We leave Wednesday. I think it’s time I found out what life is
all about. You’ll be making your own
tuna on toast after tonight, George.
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate tuna on toast and tomato soup?”
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