I was working on an addition to our house yesterday when a heavy
rainstorm came upon us. Rain was in the forecast but I wanted to get
as much work done because the project is still in its infancy (
subfloor down, log walls scored for letting new walls in, not much
So the rain starts and as I rushed to cover power tools, lumber and the
subfloor I saw my wife rushing to get her laundry off the line. I
could not understand why she was not helping me cover my tools. When I
asked her after I was done why she felt the laundry was more important
she told me it was almost dry and she did not want them to get wet
I'm somewhat annoyed; clothes are subjected to repeated wet and dry
cycles, power tools and ( some) building materials are not. True, I
did not ask her to help me first but I would have appreciated her
concern for the more expensive and more labile articles instead of the
Am I being too hard on her and expecting too much?
Sorry to make this off topic post, but maybe it is tangently connected.
( By the way, this is one of the more difficult parts of the project-
letting the new stick framed wall into the existing log wall. I'd
really have a difficult time if I was adding a new log wall)
On 29 May 2005 04:44:45 -0700, the inscrutable "marc rosen"
Men are from Mars while Women are from Venus, but married couples are
from Uranus. You both did what your instincts told you. Let it go.
Then again, you could ask her nicely to help you the next time.
P.S: How do I know this? I'm single & watch it happen -everywhere-.
If you turn the United States on its side,
everything loose will fall to California.
Repeat the two-word prescription for a lasting marriage - "yes dear." Next
time rain is threatening, have some covers at the ready, if not in use. You
can always count on yourself to do what you want done.
Well Mark don't this the wrong way but, RAIN WAS IN THE FORECAST, she
probably wondered why you had all your tools out to begin with since RAIN
WAS IN THE FORECAST. And she was probably thinking why is he not helping me
get the clothes before they get all wet again. Learn to cover your own butt
and not expect others to sacrifice their projects for you projects. You
have not been married very long have you? ;~)
Yes. Reverse roles for a minute. You do laundry 50 or 100 times a year for
many years. It is a normal reaction to take it in when rain comes. How
often does she work with tools and building material? Her mind was not on
Did cover some of the materials earlier knowing rain was coming to come? Or
have tarps ready.
Go to the store and buy her some flowers or plants for the garden.
Mike in Arkansas wrote: I smell a rat.. NO ONE still hangs out
laundry to dry.
I beg to differ. Just last evening here in Tucson, the rains
came. I looked out from the shop, saw the laundry on the line, and
despite all that mesquite lying out on the pallets, made brownie points
with her. Today, I'll get that mesquite squared away. And it probably
won't rain again for another month... Tom
Hung out two loads this morning between planting shallots and potatoes.
Hang your sheets out in the breeze and smell what they have become at the
end of the day. Most powerful aphrodisiac known.
Bets off if you live dirty and urban. Then your "springtime fresh" has to
come out of a bottle.
The rain thing happened to me last evening... unlike your wife, my wife,
unasked, dropped what she was doing and ran out to help me tarp the two big
pallets of siding and trim. I got the tools under cover while she came out
of the house. If you're nearby perhaps my wife can go over and explain
things to your wife? ;-)
My 8 year old left his toy (but not inexpensive) laptop outside during a
rainstorm and it got soaked.
Probably no big deal; as soon as it dries out, it ought to be as good as
new. My wife couldn't wait and decided to turn it on to see if it was
Not a wife story, but close to it with a girlfriend story.
Had a cat that naturally like to claw at the toilet paper roll in the
bathroom. Girlfriend was over to spend the night. As usual after cleaning up
and getting ready for bed, I closed the bathroom door to stop the cat from
shredding the paper roll.
3 am in the morning I wake up to a crash and a whole litany of cursing and
swearing. Girlfriend running into the bathroom in the dark ran full till
into the closed bathroom door. Had a bump on her head the size of a
baseball. Do you know how difficult it is to show sympathy for someone while
trying not to laugh your head off?
One thing that persuaded me to end my bachelor habits was a
particularly funny episode where a slightly tipsy girlfriend went to
the toilet in middle of the night without turning the light on. In
the twilight she maybe saw no lid and so flops down expecting to find
a nice comfy seat (me being sort of house trained to usually put the
seat down)...... but instead finds herself halfway down the pan and
well and truly stuck. I laughed so much I pulled a muscle in my chest
which was agony for days.
What persuaded me was staying at one of the best hotels in Havana, the old
Hilton, renamed to the Havana Libre.
Both the Soviets and their clients the Cubans were suffering a severe
shortage of toilet seats, and our room was one of those suffering. As we
went to dinner I mentioned it to the Soviet crew, and they didn't seem
surprised, as they had none in their rooms (4 of 5) and knew there was a
shortage "back home." I am fairly broad in the beam, but no way could I
span an unguarded bowl, and it sure was cold. My wife thought it was a good
lesson for me.
I think we're off topic now, but here's my story. My parents took mysister
and me camping in Italy, in a wonderfull village on Lake Garda. The
camping's toilets were porcelain, but a bit strange. It was like a 3x3'
box in the floor, about 3" deep, with raised portions for your feet. When
you went into a squat, you could aim right into the drain hole. I think it
even flushed, but I don't quite remember - I was 14 or so, about 46 years
ago ... The next year the toilets were more like we had them at home in
Holland, i.e. sort of the same as they are now here in Jersey, and most
everywhere I've been recently.
Back in the '60s, I worked with a computer programmer who had grown up
in rural Poland. He and his father went to Warsaw when he was 16.
Neither had ever seen a flush toilet before - they had to ask someone
how to work it :-).
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