I wrote these lines at twenty years down the road and posted them again at twenty-four. Here they are at twenty-eight, after a normal Saturday that was anything but.
Even Further Down the Road
Tag: Marriage
Straw Man
I've lost arguments I was never in, with my wife and, with AI helping me build the case, at work. What a straw man costs and what I do instead.
The Workbench
I didn't have it in me to mow, my wife called off the gym, and I did two small things instead — a vacuum that took ten minutes and a workbench I can finally see the top of.
Lunch and Honesty
I've been circling the same conclusion about my year for months — walks, notes, a mid-year review I never opened. My wife got there over a shared pizza.
Her Chopsaw
My wife had a chopsaw and knew how to use it. I didn't. Twenty-some years later I build most of what needs building around here, and I still can't name one thing I've taught her back.
