So today I had a good idea. Why not take a ride up to Pennsylvania, just to break the routine? I've been wanting to check out the Oxford Cemetery, who several of my recently deceased relatives are buried. Bill and I also like a small, out of the way restaurant on the Old London Road in Landenberg with the unoriginal name of "Daddy's Kitchen." Landenberg is in mushroom country and this restaurant has the best cream of mushroom soup in the world. And that is no exaggeration.
|"Daddy's Kitchen" - Landenberg, PA - June 23, 2013|
Bill always likes to revisit Pennsylvania, a state where we lived many (35) years until the greedy politicians who run the government (in the ground) taxed us out of the state. We just could not live out our retirement years in Pennsylvania on a fixed income as long as our school tax was going up in double digits every year. But that's another story I've moaned and groaned about many times in past blogs and I won't go there again.
So anyway, I asked Bill if he would like to go along. Of course I always know I'm asking for trouble when I ask Bill to go along with me because he is an incurable Backseat Driver. Most time I can handle it, but it doesn't get easier. I was prepared to the inevitable complaints about my driving. What I really wasn't ready for today was Bill getting in a snit because I didn't want to hear him bitch and complain for the next hour and a half (80 miles to Oxford from Milton). First thing he got on was the disbandment of the Exodus Ministries. You know, the one where the asshats claim to turn gays into straights with "therapy." Uh huh. I really didn't want to hear this all the way up so I didn't respond. I could have said "I don't want to talk about it" but I know that would set him off so I said nothing, hoping he would get the hint. He got the hint all right, he said "Turn on the radio since you're not going to listen to me." I told him "Bill, I don't want to hear negative the whole trip up. Let's talk about somethings positive." Well, Positive isn't Bill's big thing. You think I complain a lot? Ha! I'm nothing compared to Bill. Most times I suffer in silence and just let him ramble on. But God forbid should I say something when an inconsiderate driver almost causes me to have an accident but cutting in front of me. So he made up his mind, I was going to get the Silent Treatment.
Folks, this has happened so often in the past. It's part of our relationship. I mentioned to Bill once "Ever notice Bill that you're the one who is always mad at me and usually for not paying enough attention to you?" Of course he doesn't see it that way. I admit, I can be aloof at times. That's why I said "No" when he first asked me to live with him. I do like to be alone. Of course I get lonely sometimes (a lot actually, why do you think I blog?) but I'm not one for solitary confinement.
To me that would be the worst punishment possible, to put me in a cell without any natural light and cut off completely from any social interaction with people. But I digress. Back to me and Bill.
Bill puts his hands over his eyes and turns away from me. He's not even going to look at the scenery. He's really going to punish me. Oh I am such a bad person.
I let some time go by then I try and make amends. He'll have none of it. Reminds me of the time my Mother said her father got mad at her and her sister over some silly incident with a garage door. Grandpop was in his eighties and fiesty and ornery. No sweet old man he.
|"Grandpop" - my maternal grandfather, the only grandparent I ever knew - yep, he was as sweet as he looks in this picture - just ask my Mother - 1980|
Look folks, I'm no saint and I'm the first to admit it but this has been going on for 49 years now. It just doesn't get any easier. If anyone tells you that living with the same person for 49 years is a bed of roses, go ask them to have their head examined. It ISN'T easy. Always a work in progress.
But here's the thing folks, there is no one and I mean NO ONE I care for more in the world than Bill and I know he cares for me as much as I do him. Long sentence there folks but you got the message. I've had disagreements with friends before, some have ditched me to the curb over something silly (you know who you are), and some have ditched me because they wanted a relationship and I didn't reciprocate. Been there, done that, doesn't work. Only with Bill, in spite of our major differences and him often getting mad at me for stupid and silly reasons, Bill still cares. The day he doesn't, then I'll know for sure it is over. We've had many a close call before. Several times I was ready to throw in the towel just because I was exhausted playing the nursemaid to his temper tantrums, but I just couldn't leave him. Oh sure, I could live by myself but I couldn't live knowing Bill was by himself somewhere. So as long as he wants me I'll put up with him "episodes."
I tried to make good by inviting him in for lunch at "Daddy's Restaurant." He also loves their mushroom soup. He wouldn't come in. So I went in by myself. Here's what I had:
I got some of their mushroom soup to go but Bill says "I don't want any!" So his mad on continues.
If you're wondering what Bill thinks by reading this blog posting, he told me some time ago he stopped reading my blogs. He also requested that I not write about us. Hmmmm. Well folks, this is my life and how I deal with it, the awful person that I am not paying enough attention to my sweetie. I still love him though. I think the next time I'll just let him rant on about his latest bitch. That's easier than this Silent Treatment. That never gets any easier.