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Mac’s Moments – Rules
Hello to all,
Tammy and I rise from the covers every morning to begin the day. She feeds our dog while I start the morning tea. Then, she lets our dog out to do her morning business as I take my meds. The roulette game begins at this moment. If the dog barks to come in and Tammy has already returned to our room, then she shouts, “I’m upstairs already.” This means I let the dog back into our home. However, if Ginger barks before her tea is ready, she has the honor of letting the dog in.
These are rules she established throughout our thirty years of marriage. Precedents codify the majority of the regulations over time. This morning, Ginger barked, demanding to be let back into the house as the teapot whistled the proper temperature. “Will you get her?” came the soft voice across the kitchen.
“But you are still down here,” I whined.
Following the specified rules, I stood my ground and then went after the dog.
Like most houses in this great country, the wife makes the rules for a happy home. She is the sole arbitrator for all family regulations and laws. Having maintained her title of “Boss” for nearly thirty-one years, she has the authority to change any rules on a need-by-need basis. I granted this license to her by calling her boss within the first month of marriage.
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God bless,
Danny Mac
Tammy and I rise from the covers every morning to begin the day. She feeds our dog while I start the morning tea. Then, she lets our dog out to do her morning business as I take my meds. The roulette game begins at this moment. If the dog barks to come in and Tammy has already returned to our room, then she shouts, “I’m upstairs already.” This means I let the dog back into our home. However, if Ginger barks before her tea is ready, she has the honor of letting the dog in.
These are rules she established throughout our thirty years of marriage. Precedents codify the majority of the regulations over time. This morning, Ginger barked, demanding to be let back into the house as the teapot whistled the proper temperature. “Will you get her?” came the soft voice across the kitchen.
“But you are still down here,” I whined.
Following the specified rules, I stood my ground and then went after the dog.
Like most houses in this great country, the wife makes the rules for a happy home. She is the sole arbitrator for all family regulations and laws. Having maintained her title of “Boss” for nearly thirty-one years, she has the authority to change any rules on a need-by-need basis. I granted this license to her by calling her boss within the first month of marriage.
I want to thank everyone who reads my blogs. I hope they bring a little joy to your life. If you like my blogs, please subscribe for email distribution at www.dannymacauthor.com.
God bless,
Danny Mac
Thirty-One Years of Compromise
Hello to all,
Tammy and I are quickly reaching thirty-one years of martial bliss. This is far from a record considering my mom and dad fell short of sixty-five by a week or two, and Tammy’s parents spent fifty-six years sharing wedding vows. Thirty-one years sounds like a long time, yet when I think about our wedding day, it’s like yesterday. In my mind, we are still young and in love.
I understand thirty-one years is long compared to the many marriages that don’t see ten years before splitting for one reason or another. It is hard to understand why our matrimony lasted when so many others don’t. It feels like compromise is one of the key elements in a successful marriage.
Tammy likes the house’s temperature set to 72 degrees, while I prefer 68 degrees. We compromise, and the temperature stays at 72 degrees and goes up to 74 with summer air conditioning. We lower the night temperature to my preferred 66 degrees for better sleeping.
We share a queen-size bed, and each of us occupies one half. Except her half takes up two-thirds of the bed, and my half is much smaller. When I offer to buy the cover showing this, I get the look for suggesting it. When we cut dessert in half, mine is the lion’s share.
I like green peppers. Tammy doesn’t like their taste, smell, or presence in our house. We compromise, and our daughter and I eat pepper steak for dinner since Tammy works at the Prom Ministry in town. I can’t eat chocolate, and they share many chocolate confections.
I hope that we make it another thirty-one years before God calls one of us home. This will take me well into my nineties but will be joyful and fulfilling.
I am looking for ARC readers for my unpublished book. If you want to read my latest story, The Antidimension, don't hesitate to get in touch with me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com. I can send you the story in PDF, Epub, or MOBI.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
Tammy and I are quickly reaching thirty-one years of martial bliss. This is far from a record considering my mom and dad fell short of sixty-five by a week or two, and Tammy’s parents spent fifty-six years sharing wedding vows. Thirty-one years sounds like a long time, yet when I think about our wedding day, it’s like yesterday. In my mind, we are still young and in love.
I understand thirty-one years is long compared to the many marriages that don’t see ten years before splitting for one reason or another. It is hard to understand why our matrimony lasted when so many others don’t. It feels like compromise is one of the key elements in a successful marriage.
Tammy likes the house’s temperature set to 72 degrees, while I prefer 68 degrees. We compromise, and the temperature stays at 72 degrees and goes up to 74 with summer air conditioning. We lower the night temperature to my preferred 66 degrees for better sleeping.
We share a queen-size bed, and each of us occupies one half. Except her half takes up two-thirds of the bed, and my half is much smaller. When I offer to buy the cover showing this, I get the look for suggesting it. When we cut dessert in half, mine is the lion’s share.
I like green peppers. Tammy doesn’t like their taste, smell, or presence in our house. We compromise, and our daughter and I eat pepper steak for dinner since Tammy works at the Prom Ministry in town. I can’t eat chocolate, and they share many chocolate confections.
I hope that we make it another thirty-one years before God calls one of us home. This will take me well into my nineties but will be joyful and fulfilling.
I am looking for ARC readers for my unpublished book. If you want to read my latest story, The Antidimension, don't hesitate to get in touch with me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com. I can send you the story in PDF, Epub, or MOBI.
Grace to you,
Danny Mac
