I try to refrain from giving advice when I am preparing a couple for marriage; after all, they've got to live with each other, not me. But I just can't help but say the occasional thing like this.
Attention, married men:
The easiest way to make your wife happy is, go to church with her. Nothing else you do -- absolutely nothing -- will pay as great a dividend for as little effort. So get up off your duffs and find a pew. See if she doesn't love you for it!
-- Your Spiritual Dutch Uncle
Last week, my issue of National Geographic came in the mail. Not too many pages of wonderment and excitement in the old girl any more; nowadays, we get doom and gloom and political screeds. Great pix, but depressing as hell to read.
The news has all been school shootings, scandals, angry political talk (hmmm . . . must be an election approaching). It's all appalling, but I'm tired of it. Each story/issue is important, of course, but the cumulative effect is to make my brain shut down.
I can't make the awfulnesses better (except by praying), and I already know who I'm voting for. Time to cocoon a bit. I'm avoiding the TV news, mostly. And I'm finally getting around to reading Starship Troopers, just for grins.
If I could go camping, it'd get even better. (Though I am planning on being out at Wilderstead Friday and Saturday -- gotta get that outside flue installed.) Maybe if I pull the covers up high enough, everything else will go away and the world will get back to normal.