Men are happy to be laughed at for their humor, but not for their folly.----Jonathan Swift

Day 3 of the Twelve Days of Thanksgiving------

I’m sitting at my kitchen table; George and Ed are working on something with Ed’s laptop. I am pretending to be busy here at the other end of the table…and I’m listening…and I’ve decided on day three…I’m thankful for men. They are a hoot to listen to. They dream big…they work big…they think big…are these men from Texas?! They are talking about Ed and his new wife traveling on motorcycle to California and even as far as Alaska. On motorcycle? Oh, yes, with a cargo thing pulled by the motorcycle that will hold the yurt. Of course, they will sleep in some hotels, but you can build a fire in the middle of the yurt and snow is a great insulator, are some of the things I am hearing in the conversation. And snow baths, Ed’s not certain about how that works, so George imitates holding a ball of snow and scrubbing his arm pits, shivering and shaking. Wish I could have caught that on camera. George with his black fedora and reading glasses taking a fake snow bath. Geez…
They start discussing hats…fedora’s…and Ed tries on George’s and they laugh about how it’s so big on Ed…probably because George has some much brain in there, Ed adds.
George is cleaning up his computer, he’s playing the role of parent forcing the youth to let go of not needed stuff. He asks when was the last time you used Google Earth? Well, I really haven’t ever used it; I just keep meaning to…Ed replies. This creates rolling laughter. They are extremely entertaining, ladies. Then they start discussing how they are senior citizens. This is so wrong! I feel like I am eavesdropping on sensitive material. “Better quotes on auto insurance because you have withstood the test of time…they like us…seniors…because we’ve lasted so long.”
My man in particular…this “ole” man I am married to…makes me feel blessed. I cannot imagine life without him. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe said, “Who is the happiest of men? He who values the merits of others, and in their pleasure takes joy, even as though t'were his own.” That is what my husband is like…this new adventure I am embarking upon…it’s part of him, too.
He loves me deeply and I can tell this despite his handicap of being a man.
I am in total agreement with Joanne Woodward, Paul Newman’s wife who has said, “Sexiness wears thin after a while, but to be married to a man who makes you laugh everyday. Ah, now that is a treat.”
This posting could keep going and going if I were to mention the other men I am thankful for.
I could never be anti-men.