Kitchen consider your ass scrubbed.
Well the dishes are done anyway. I don’t mind washing dishes and often think I could’ve been happy as Tony Danza in Connecticut.
And so there I was thinking about Kathy as I was scrubbing the plates. Thinking that we’d probably have gotten along a lot better if I was the person then that I am now. Heck, I think was only 24 when we first got married and didn’t know my ass from a hubcap.
I’m definitely not saying that I would trade what I have now for any of that — qualifying that more for me than for you — and believe me when I say that we were both young and dumb and full of ourselves.
But I wonder about her now and then, she was my wife at one time after all, my compadre. I haven’t talked to her in probably close to 20 years. I did look her up once on Facebook a while back and I’m grateful now that Zuckerberg kept that profile private.
That’s one thing about getting older — I ponder on my own past lives as well. I’m not a big talker and generally feel like I have a mild case of social, awkward, anxiety, pretentious dementia but I think a lot.
All owls think a lot.