The old adage more or less defines my life: “From the story we learn that we don’t learn from the story.”
When I was younger, I assumed that the older I got, the smarter I would be. I did not achieve this at this point in my life. It is so tedious to repeat the same mistakes over and over again.
Hope this will change somewhere in my life. I jump with her until I die.
I was reminded of this flaw in my personality a few weeks ago, when the Merciful Mistress of Parsonsage and I spent some time on vacation in St. Louis. Augustine. Someone gave us tickets for several nights in bed and breakfast.
We spend the whole week just enjoying ourselves. I have to fix this. I read and meditated all week, closing my eyes.
The other side of our relationship went to all the thrifty stores in the area. She will come out immediately after breakfast, stop for lunch, and then spend the rest of the day while dining from one thrifty store to another. How she can do this all day long is not my wild dream.
Several times she asked if I wanted to go with her, but I declined this cutest invitation. I remember the last time I took her to this offer, and we bounced off one thrifty store to the next store. After a while, everyone began to look similar.
I only need five minutes to thoroughly examine a thrift shop, while my wife leaves for two hours to keep everyone in this thrift store. At this moment every thrifty store in the area knows it by name.
I, the lazy part of the marine equation, decided to stay in our room and just relax. I also enjoy relaxation because my wife is addicted to shopping. I'm not sure who suffers from the worst addiction.
To be honest, she got lots of great deals at some of these thrifty stores. Whenever we need something, she knows exactly which thrifty store to go to, and she can exchange them all the way down. How they make money from shopping, I do not know.
From time to time I suffer from this terrible nightmare. I wake up sweating and breathe very hard.
The nightmare is what we opened our own charity shop. No dream can be worse than this!
I never tell her about these nightmares, because I don’t want to put any ideas into my head. I strictly adhere to this idea.
Despite all this, I still have not learned anything from the story.
My wife spent most of the day visiting these thrifty stores, as well as buying things from these thrifty stores and returned home, and we had a small dinner in our room. I assumed we were up for the evening.
I wish I knew when to keep my mouth shut. When we finished our usual dinner, I said something, which I am now very sorry. I said, "God, it would be nice to have one of these tables for the knees, so that I could use my computer while I was sitting here in bed."
I didn’t mean that it was a matter of discussion just for random observation, that's all.
Then I took another step. “Have you ever seen lap tables at stores where you visit?”
If anything I can ever bring back in my life, that would be one of them. I did not know how serious the topic was.
“I don't know,” she said with great enthusiasm, “but I will go and find out correctly ...”
Before she could say the word "now," she went out the door and shut it tightly. The rest of the evening, she visited thrifty shops everywhere. I was afraid, very afraid that she would find it and return it.
I guess they can be found somewhere in thrift stores. But I mean, this is just a conversation.
Four hours later, she returned and was very excited. She found what she was looking for for a very long time. It was a very eloquent kettle with 6 cups and saucers.
“Look what I found,” she said excitedly. "I was looking for it, and we can use it with our next lady." According to her, this set of tea meets the one that she had at home. She was so excited about it.
I would not say anything, but I think she forgot why she first went to thrift stores. Now I have learned something from the story, and this should not remind her of the table she will be looking for. Until now, I have never mentioned this.
I like what the wise old man in the Bible said: “Time to rend and time to sew, time to be silent and time to speak” (Ecclesiastes 3: 7).
There is a time to “be silent”, and this is a wise person who knows when. Perhaps, therefore, people say that silence is golden.
