If Diane didn’t change our sheets we’d never have clean ones. It’s not that I don’t like the feel of freshly laundered linen, or that I enjoy sleeping on miscellaneous specks of dried blood, it’s just not something I \u00e2\u20ac\u0153see.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I see peeling paint on my house, and I can sense when the oil needs to be changed in my truck, but when it comes to my bed if I count three pillows and two quilts I’m happy.<\/p>\n
Lately, I’ve been helping Diane make our bed. As we tossed the crusty sheets onto the floor (\u00e2\u20ac\u009dDon’t throw the dirty ones on the clean ones,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d she yelps.) I ask her about her day. She’d been gone for hours with Ginger, first to do their pool walking at the Thoreau Club, then a long lunch at the 99, and finally a stop at Diane’s favorite store, T.J.’s.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What did you eat for lunch?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I had steak tips and Ginger had a hankering for Scrod.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153And, what did you talk about?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Me? What about me?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153We didn’t really. No, we did, but not that much.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153But what about me?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
I don’t normally fish so, but I’d spent the last month working at Ginger and Mark’s house and felt like I’d been doing a lot of blabbing during our long, Ginger-provided lunches.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153We talked about that dopamine study.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
I must say that it doesn’t matter that I hadn’t read the article. I know just enough about dopamine (more makes you happy, less makes you depressed) to play along.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What about it?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153A dopamine usually chooses another dopamine. You’re a … .\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Dope?”<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yes, and I’m not. Dopamines have lots of creative energy and are constantly trying new things. That’s not me.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Then why are we together?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I think it’s an estrogen testosterone match. Estrogens are matchmakers and connectors.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153And me\u00e2\u20ac\u009d?<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You’re a pig headed jackass.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
This doubled us both over. It always does. It’s obvious why Diane laughs. She wanted to shorten the fishing trip. I laugh, in part, because she blushes so crimson.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
If Diane didn’t change our sheets we’d never have clean ones. It’s not that I don’t like the feel of freshly laundered linen, or that I enjoy sleeping on miscellaneous specks of dried blood, it’s just not something I \u00e2\u20ac\u0153see.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d … Continue reading