RELATIONSHIPS

I have been married to my wife for thirty-six years; and honestly, it seems like only yesterday that I took off my war suit, hung it on the coatrack outside the commanding officer’s door, drove off the base, picked up my girl and headed into the Maine back woods for what was the beginning of our lifetime adventure together. 

We are totally suited – we know each other’s thoughts and often don’t have to finish a sentence or sometimes even speak to know what the other is thinking.

This morning I lay in bed and listened as my girl and our two female cats went down stairs and carried on their conversations – went through their morning routine – until the cats were fed and my wife asked me if I wanted a cup of tea. 

I know better than to interfere with this morning ritual as the girls don’t wake up happy.   As a man, I can just get up and do what needs to be done; but the girls need their wake-up time, and then all can be right with the world.

That burn-up-the-bed sex at the beginning of a relationship is fantastic; but it is awfully   nice having that comfortable companionship where you are so much a part of each other that you feel like one single individual.    And if you are wondering – sex is still great, and contrary to advertising hype, no pills needed.

the Ol’Buzzar

My wife Star Witch

My wife has kept me grounded for thirty-five years.  We still hold hands at night in bed as we fall asleep. 

She is Wicca or Pagan and celebrates the seasons.  Her favorite season of the year is Halloween. 

She has a broom that was made by an artisan in Appalachia Tennessee; it has a handle of sassafras and she always decorates it to the season.

 We have two cats, but the young (Kliban) Coon cat is definitely her familiar.

I was a hard case, on the highway to hell when she agreed to come with me – and I have never understood why. 

We have lived in a remote farmhouse with no plumbing, water or electricity while we attended college; we have traveled to Alaska twice, for a total of eleven years teaching school in the remote Indian and Eskimo villages; 

we have shared multiple-lifetimes of adventures during our time together; and I can truly say that the thirty-five years I have been with her is the only quality time of my 70++ years.

And if there were eternity

I’d love her there again

the Ol’Buzzard