I drove past a restaurant that I have an affection for. Three friends and I have met there a few times for a ladies' night out. The sign caught my eye.
Mussels $5
"That is ridiculous. You cannot buy strength at any price." I muttered. I know there have been rascals
who hijacked victories with steroids, but actual mussels are only given to those who sweat.
Once in church John had a visual aid for the non transferability of spiritual strength. He had a little boy lay on top of his dad while the latter did push ups.
"Are you stronger yet?" he asked the son. Long pause. "Wasn't that a lot of work?"
I laughed with the humor of it but only because it hit home. I have wanted to
ride on the backs of people who worked for their wisdom. Once at a dinner party John launched into a conversation about Higgs boson.
The other people at the table raised their eyebrows. Men of the cloth are not always conversant about scientific breakthroughs. I leaned into his shoulder.
"I'm with him." I whispered. Although I did not know what he was talking about then and can barely recreate it for you here, he is
after all my man. We share the same last name and in a pinch the same toothbrush.
One of the workshops at the marriage conference a few years back was about partnered gymnastics. They got to support each other in playful ways on a mat, and take turns being swiveled in the air. I like the idea that we can offer our spouse a free ride now and again. I know when we are at a social event John counts on me to remember people's names, and usually I do not fail him. But
when it comes to dealing with our mechanic, he does the talking.
It's a good thing because I never could understand why we were paying him big bucks to replace our Cadillac convertible when our car is a Toyota with a roof.
