Yesterday, ending their nearly week-long, post-Christmas visit, we drove my in-laws home to Enfield. After depositing them, and a quick lunch, we returned to Wiltshire. It’s about a 2 hour, 15 min drive each way.
So Mrs. Nello drove to London and I drove back. During the day, she began to develop a bit of a cold. No surprise: her parents had them too. Half of England seems to have the sniffles at the moment. (I’m still okay, but fully expect now to get sick also within days.)
The weather had been great, but cold (by English standards) – clear and frosty:
Friday was warmer, sunny and pleasant; but that was apparently a blip. Wednesday into Thursday, frost gave way to the rain. It is rainy again this morning. (I can hear it hitting the house. It’s about 7 AM as I write this.) Everyone has been mostly inside, sharing germs.
At one point, I glanced over at Mrs. Nello as I drove; and I saw she was snoozing. Much of the M4 is long, straight and dull – especially in the dark of an early evening. Tired of the radio, I decided to play a Christmas gift CD.
That’s right: it was a Sara Bareilles CD.
And I like it. “The Blessed Unrest.” That one.
Eh, men reading this: don’t judge me. I like her music and her voice. I especially like “Brave”:
In one of her other songs on that CD, she sings about Queens, New York too.
Okay, yeh, another song happens to be entitled “Little Black Dress.” Never mind that. I didn’t know that song existed until I got the CD.
Wait. Why am I justifying myself? I have nothing to be guilty about!
I know what you’re thinking. You’re smirking. But I can prove I’m a man. Here. Look. These are the books I received for Christmas. Here’s the list:
“A Subaltern on the Somme.”
“The Battle of Kursk.”
“Wellington: The Iron Duke.”
“War and Remembrance” (for after I finish “The Winds Of War”).
“General Richard Montgomery and the American Revolution: From Redcoat to Rebel.”
“Trajan: Optimus Princeps.”
Does it get any more “guy” than the likes of those?
Hmm. Suddenly I also remember attending an Alison Moyet concert (longer ago than I now care to recall) with a girlfriend. At some point, it hit me that I was one of about the “50 guys” in the audience of a few thousand. Or so it seemed anyway.
[Shrug.] I suppose we never really change. As a teen, and in college, I always gravitated more toward “girl friends” than “guy friends.” I had guy pals, but I always preferred hanging out with women.
There were guys who made fun of that tendency. Somehow, you’re supposed to want to do lots of “guys only” stuff – with no women around.
I’ve never understood that. “Men’s only” clubs? Seriously? Why the hell would you – as a man – not want women around?
Probably to feel freer to lie about the women you don’t actually know, that’s why.
Eventually, those same “guys only” types also end up wondering how you know the cool girls you do.
It’s not rocket science. Younger men, take note. 😉
Have a good – and healthy – Saturday, wherever in the world you are reading this. 🙂