House In Order

Part of the challenge of Marsha being sick and in fact an ongoing challenge is keeping the house in order. After visitors leave it is the wash and dry the sheets and redo the beds for the next set of guests who might be coming. I have continued to take on the house. I was a little worried that without Marsha I would fall into bad habits and the house would start to resemble a dump, but I have been really good at keeping things up. I love our house. I love my house. It is such a comfortable place to live and it really is pretty easy to keep in good shape. During this time of Marsha's illness I had the chance to practice with her careful eye still upon me. I think that helped me know that I could do it and still have a lot of free time. Marsha was an excellent teacher and things like cleaning the house and taking care of clothes without ruining them and cooking were the least of her lessons for me. I hope I helped her learn some important lessons too, but I know I learned to be a man because I was lucky enough to have her in my life. When we married I think we were both immature in many ways. Both very capable people with good minds and an ethic of hard work, but both with real holes in our life that made things more difficult. She was more patient with me than I ever deserved. Although I might have helped her to grow as well I don't think she found me patient with her. We both ended up so different from the young kids who got married at twenty and started playing house. The only regret I think either of us had in the end was that our own kids didn't get the best of who we could be. Their kids did. because we had become better people by then. Hindsight doesn't hold regret for me. I can't change a thing, but I treasure who Marsha helped me become, and I treasure her and still do.