Friday, April 22, 2022

Intellectual Life of a Long-Married Couple


For the past couple of years, over on Facebook, I've written a series of posts titled "A Peek into the Intimate Intellectual Life of a Long-Married Couple." No particular schedule, I post them when they happen, and my rule is that they're "99 percent real life." The conversations between Karen and I actually happened--usually on our morning dog walk--but I might buff 'em up a bit to make 'em sparkle. 

In any event, I posted the 11th "Peek into the Intimate Intellectual Life of a Long-Married Couple" today, and wanted to consolidate them here before they slip away forever, as is Facebook's nature. Following are eleven peeks:

Peek 1 (Nov. 9, 2020)

A peek into the intimate intellectual life of a long-married couple: 

Karen and I spent quite a bit of our dog walk this morning discussing whether Wishbone was a crime-solving dog, or a dog who narrated stories in which he just sometimes happened to solve crimes. We're pretty sure it's the latter, but when you're dealing with a talking dog it's hard to find solid ground upon which to base a well-reasoned argument.

This has been a peek into the intimate intellectual life of a long-married couple.


Peek 2 (Nov. 18, 2020)

A peek into the intimate intellectual life of a long-married couple, Part Two:

Karen: What will short kids sit on at Thanksgiving now that nobody has a phone book anymore?

Me: A pillow?

Karen: A pillow is too smooshy.

Me: Two pillows?

Karen: *Looks at me like I'm an idiot and sighs.*

This has been a peek into the intimate intellectual life of a long-married couple.


Peek 3 (Nov. 20, 2020)

A peek into the intimate intellectual life of a long-married couple, Part Three:

(Karen and I are walking our dog Riley.)

Me: I read an article that said dogs poop in orientation with magnetic north.

Karen: They face north?

Me: North or south, more than east or west.

Karen: We have to do an experiment.

(Two minutes later, Riley poops.)

Karen: Is that north?

Me: Kinda northwest, I think. Hold on, my phone has a compass app.

Karen: 

Me, swiping: I know it's here somewhere.

Karen: The neighbors are wondering what we're doing....

Me: Got it! Son of a gun.

Karen: What?

Me: She's about 4 degrees off of due north.

This has been a peek into the intimate intellectual life of a long-married couple.


Peek 4 (Dec. 7, 2020)

A peek into the intimate intellectual life of a long-married couple, Part Four:

Karen and I were comparing our lists of the many things we have to do this week, and I ended mine with "...My wife to murder, and Guilder to frame for it. I'm swamped." 

She was only mildly amused.

This has been a peek into the intimate intellectual life of a long-married couple.


Peek 5 (Feb. 7, 2021)

A peek into the intimate intellectual life of a long-married couple, Part Five:

(Walking the dog this morning, we hear a frog croak in an unusually deep voice.)

Karen: He's got a different accent than the local frogs.

Brian: I don't think he's from around here.

Karen: Just passing through.

Brian: He's a traveling frog.

(Brian hums about 16 bars of the song "Movin' Right Along" from the Muppet Movie, featuring Kermit the Frog and Fozzie Bear.)

Brian: Bear left.

Karen: Right, frog.

This has been a peek into the intimate intellectual life of a long-married couple.


Peek 6 (March 1, 2021)

A peek into the intimate intellectual life of a long-married couple, Part Six:

Karen: I've got the theme to "H.R. Huff 'n Puff" stuck in my head.

Brian: "Pufnstuf."

Karen: What did I say?

Brian: "Huff 'n Puff."

Karen: Like Harry Potter. Hufflepuff.

Brian: H.R. Hufflepuff.

Karen: Maybe that's where J.K. Rowling got the idea.

(Ten minutes later.)

Brian: H.R. Pufnstuf would have fit right in at Hogwarts.

This has been a peek into the intimate intellectual life of a long-married couple.


Peek 7 (May 26, 2021)

A peek into the intimate intellectual life of a long-married couple, Part Seven:

(Walking the dog, Karen pulls the leash sharply.)

Me: Jerk.

Karen: Who?

Me: You jerked the leash. The verb, not the noun.

Karen: That wasn't clear.

. . .

Karen: How about "Yank?"

Me: Same problem. It's a verb and a noun.

Karen: "Pull?"

Me: Yeah, but that doesn't capture the motion of a jerk.

. . .

Me: "Tug."

Karen: Noun.

Me: Dammit!

This has been a peek into the intimate intellectual life of a long-married couple.


Peek 8 (June 15, 2021)

A peek into the intimate intellectual life of a long-married couple, Part Eight:

(Watching a man mow the grass at our neighborhood park using a speedy standing mower that turns on a dime.)

Me: That must be the best job in the world.

Karen: That's your inner 10-year-old boy talking.

Me: Can you think of a better one?

Karen: Yes. But it might be fun to do once. Or twice.

(Three blocks away, we notice a single leaf of a plant oscillating wildly in an imperceptible breeze.)

Karen: It must be catching the air just right.

Me: But there's no wind.

Karen: It could be a ghost.

Me: Yes, that's logical.

Karen: A ghost whose job is to spin that leaf.

Me: That's a MUCH worse job than cutting grass with a cool riding lawnmower.

This has been a peek into the intimate intellectual life of a long-married couple.


Peek 9 (Sept. 3, 2021)

A peek into the intimate intellectual life of a long-married couple, Part Nine:

(Me, checking a mirror as we leave the house): How did I get so old?

Karen (gestures to herself, like "Me too").

Me: Yeah, but together we're almost twice as old.

Karen: Well, there's the dog . . .

Me: If we add her age, that's even worse!

Karen: But she does bring down our average.

Me: Yes! That's exactly the right way to look at it!

Karen: We could get a gerbil . . .

Me: . . . Or an aquarium, with like 20 goldfish! That'd drop our mean age WAY down!

(We walk away feeling pretty good about ourselves.)

This has been a peek into the intimate intellectual life of a long-married couple.


Peek 10 (Nov. 19, 2021)

A peek into the intimate intellectual life of a long-married couple, Part Ten:

Dealing with some family business, Karen has been meeting with a bank officer named Con. She just got home from a long and tiring appointment with him.

Me: Did he set up an Individual Retirement Account for you?

Karen (confused): No, that's not why we met.

Me: Because if he did open a particular type of IRA, you know what that would be?

Karen (eyes rolling): What?

Me: The Roth of Con.

She's seeing a divorce lawyer first thing Monday.

This has been a peek into the intimate intellectual life of a long-married couple.


Peek 11 (April 22, 2022)

A Peek into the Intimate Intellectual Life of a Long-Married Couple, Part Eleven: 

Me: I got asked to contribute some Fire Story art to a new gallery exhibition in the fall.

Karen: A loan?

Me: No, it'll be with a lot of other people.

Karen: But they're not giving it back?

Me: Of course they'll give it back!

Karen: What?

Me: What?

Karen: I asked if it was a loan and you said "No."

Me: It's not alone, it's with other people.

Karen: A. Loan.

Me: Oh. That's different. Never mind.

True story. This has been a peek into the intimate intellectual life of a long-married couple.


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