Should Have Seen it Coming
This illustrates one of the many moments that made clear I had married wisely. Why? Because that meal sucked. An ordinary human would have spit up in their napkin, coughing and hacking their lungs out, making a bee line for the restroom and perhaps even puking just a bit. Then they would have inquired as to why I had tried to kill them with this vile dish. While I was playing chef, I presumed incorrectly that if a bit of garlic were a good thing, then a whole shit load of it was great. I was of course incorrect and ruined a perfectly mediocre meal for both of us.
So I took her out to eat which I should have done in the first place. What a cheapo. BTW: This meal continued to be on the menu, minus the glut of garlic, for months and was affectionately named Garlic Surprise.
Talking Shiz. That’s What’s for Dinner.
Before we were married, before we were engaged, before we – ya know… before we kissed, there were Wednesday dinners at 8 Edison, my cozy little bachelor pad that I shared with two drinking buddies. We actually liked each other, not the drinking buddies, long before we considered a long-term commitment. I know, how novel. But really, we got to try out our chops on each other. Speak BIG truth and see the results. To speak at length on any topic we chose was a luxury not afforded by family or even most friends. This was special. This was liberating and stimulating in an absolutely addictive fashion. Some of these conversations were continued and blown up with whirling permutations on the weekends over beers and the heady buzz that such freedom affords.
We learned about each other, for instance, what qualities we admired in others, whether children were desired, our views on religion and other issues that can make or break a marriage. So this investment of many thousands of words up front saved us much time and grief by preventing unnecessary misunderstandings and disagreements when matters became more serious. Moreover, we learned that when disagreements arose, they could be discussed civilly and intelligently sans the hysterics and drama associated with new love.
The Former and Present Life Blood
Conversation was and is King, or Queen if you like. It gave all those ideas rattling about in our love sick heads, life. The red rocks of Arizona were mere figments of our conversations long before our southwest desert honeymoon, long before our engagement. Our studio’s birth, now in its eight year of operation took place at an Asian diner near our home. The Great Jollyhoombah was an acknowledgement of imminent partying, ignited in furious conversation, long before it was this blog or a way of daily living.
Our daily walks, coffee, commutes, meals, afternoon tea and weekend toasts are are filled with appropriate species of exchange whether it be heart-to-heart, pure palaver or high-spirited repartee.
We learned that talking was easy for us, as devoid of labor as a breezy Houston Sunday in April. It was marvelous and exhilarating then, but it is now enhanced with an informed and rich history.
What roll does conversation, our life blood, play in your relationship?
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