About 30
years ago, the King and I were outside working together.. he was splitting wood
and I was stacking.. when we got into a conversation about men and women. When the King made a fatal remark.
Men’s work
outside.. women’s work inside… He has
regretted those words for 30 years….
At the
time, I just dropped the piece of wood on the ground and started to head to the
house. He asked where was I going? I told him …. Women’s work inside… so I am
heading inside. He said, what about the
rest of the wood.. I told him.. you said .. Men’s work outside.. Oh, and forget about cooking, don’t want any
one to mistaken you for a women. He
said, he didn’t mean me. “WHAT?” Are saying I am not a woman?.... No, no, you
are putting words in my mouth..I didn’t mean that either… This is going so
wrong…”
Since then
I have pulled this gem out of the closet, when needed…… like when I asked him
if he would take the garbage out side…. and he said … Men’s work outside..
Which of course, I didn’t want to let him down…
So I pulled the garbage out of the can, tied it off.. and open the door
and threw it out on the deck… and told him.. “Garbage outside.. on deck..
waiting for men’s work outside”… he was
not amused… but he did put it in the outside can. I have used it many times over the years…
So here I
was today, pulling weeds, and had a line of about 20 feet long, about 4 foot
wide and about 10 inches deep of weeds and etc.
As I looked back at it, I got to thinking about how did I end up with
this? After all OUTSIDE IS MEN’S
WORK… have to renegotiate this… but in
his defense, he did show up about half an hour later and loaded it in the truck
and took it to the dump…
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