It’s good to stay young at heart. It’s good to keep a youthful outlook on life. It’s good to keep your sense of humor where everybody else is losing their temper.
It’s also good, however, to admit when you’ve had enough and cannot accomplish things at which you excelled 20 years ago.
Women realize this. We know when it’s time to make a change. Hoop skirts and corsets went out of style ages ago. Now it’s business suits for the professional woman and sweat suits for their time away from work. We don’t wear our hair in pigtails, chew bubble gum or take disco lessons any more. We have matured with the times.
I believe the entire male species is one large college fraternity, refusing to grow up. A successful businessman can be very proper from 9 to 5 and, magically, transform into an 18-year-old prankster at 5:01. Is this good? It’s good for them. Keeps them young.
What about the women who have to live with them after hours and on the weekends? Is it causing us to age faster than nature intended? Possibly, but we have no visible proof. Just because your husband brings home a stray puppy from the golf course does not mean you have grounds to commit him – even though he promises to take care of the pet himself, which you know will last two days.
Do you have chills up and down your spine when you hear the words, “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll fix the washer myself. It’ll be just like new.” A new what? Racing engine for the Indy 500?
I remember the last time Jay said he’d fix something, bless his heart. We had a leaky kitchen sink. It continued to leak until the pipes split and he put a car jack under them to keep them from falling down. Even then, it took another couple of weeks for him to call a plumber. That was only after he had exhausted every other option in order to keep from spending money.
Then there’s the time he decided to paint the den ceiling himself because he could do just as good a job as a professional painter. He also informed me that he didn’t need to cover up any of the furniture because he was so good, he would never spill a drop. Care to guess how that came out?
What’s a female to do? Put them on restriction for a month? Take the golf clubs away? Threaten to throw out their favorite pair of underwear?
Take your pick. Just remember that, if you put them on restriction, you might be punishing yourself.
The underwear is a better bet.
(Pat Fickle is a Martinez resident.)