If being married presents a significant obstacle to getting out of a chronically unhappy relationship, as it certainly can, then I pity those so burdened.
My other brother, the good one, who died in 2007, married the woman he met in high school, but not until they had been a couple for more...
I’ve known couples who met in their teen years and even prior to that who got married and stayed married — more or less happily, judging from all outward appearances. But, like most of us, I presume, I’ve known more people who married young and divorced. And married again. And again. And …
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Women were considered something akin to property even within our lifetimes. It was still common for Sally Anderson to become Mrs. Robert Jones when she married Bob. It was only recently that offspring weren’t automatically given their father’s surname, and it’s still the most prevalent practice...
Those sexual mores are from a time of generally shorter lifespans, less reliable contraception, greater infant mortality, a much smaller population, and far fewer years of education and not being in the “productive” workforce, The very idea of a “teenager” is a fairly recent phenomenon.
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A buck apiece for those Henckels knives is almost criminal.
I dig the lid, too. If it were mine I’d make a “new” hat from it, provided the felt is as solid as it appears in the photos.
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I gotta wonder that if in generations past sexual relations outside the bounds of holy matrimony were so scandalous that people married with little concern for compatibility beyond those carnal attractions. People, especially young people, really wanna get laid, and not everyone was into...
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I wonder if it’s akin to, say, living near a busy airport. It’s not that you stop hearing the airplane noise, but you come to disregard it.
Or, perhaps a better analogy is living near a dairy farm, or even just visiting one. It doesn’t take long NOT to notice the aroma.
I haven’t taken so much as a puff off a cigarette in nearly 17 years, and I still occasionally smoke in my dreams. I feel a mixture of guilt and shame, and it wakes me up (which I suppose is why I remember it).
I can smell cigarette smoke from the next door neighbor smoking on his deck, probably a hundred feet away. (He’s a friend, and by the time the smoke drifts over my way it‘s so diluted as not to pose any real hazard.)
Our societal approach to tobacco smoking could be a model for dealing with...
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You are exceptional in that regard. I’ve known of tobacco smokers who only occasionally partook of the killer weed, but for every one of them there are at least several hundred who smoke daily, usually several times daily.
I wish it weren’t so harmful. I loved smoking. There’s much to be...
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I was a heavy smoker for 30-some years. Thought I’d never quit. But giving it up became remarkably easy when it appeared that the choice was quitting or dying.
I lost a friend, the closest friend I’ve ever had, to lung cancer. That was six years ago. He had quit smoking a few years prior...
Unlike so many of the efforts so many of us expend in our daily lives, these “menial” tasks leave us with little doubt that we actually accomplished something.
I can’t imagine why anyone would prefer a single sink over a double sink. We have two kitchens here, both with stainless steel double sinks. During the remo-lite we did in the upstairs kitchen a few years back we replaced a tacky faux-stone fiberglass sink with a new stainless double sink, which...
I’ll never win any Good Housekeeping awards, but I can’t abide piles of dirty dishes left for any length of time in the sink and on the counters and table or anywhere except where dishes belong, which is clean and in the cupboards and drawers.
I recoil at the sight of dried-on food on dishes...
My stepdad’s stepdad, a nice fellow who went by “Bud,” and Bud’s brother-in-law (my stepdad’s uncle), a wiry, craggy, rawboned man we all called Uncle Arch, moonlighted a few nights per week cleaning a medical office building. Both Bud and Uncle Arch were actively alcoholic when I lived under...
I can‘t think of a reason it shouldn’t last centuries, provided it isn’t left exposed to the elements or otherwise subjected to treatment it wasn’t made for. If it’s used as a place to shelve books, it‘s hard to see how it would suffer much from that.
Besides the occasional indigestion, the only lasting reminder of a girlfriend of 40-plus years ago is a bookcase she fashioned by hand that now occupies a spot in my library, a space a real estate agent would call a bedroom. If I’m remembering correctly, the bookcase has moved half a dozen...
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It will never stop entirely, but a would-be abuser’s knowledge that he stands a good chance of being called to account might curb his impulses some. This is assuming he is a generally rational actor. In too many cases, that may be assuming too much.
I am too well acquainted with a fellow...
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