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53: The Fan

The Fan There isn’t a single professional sports season now that doesn’t go on at least a month too long. Baseball starts in football weather, and football in baseball weather, and basketball overlaps them both. ~James Reston “Throw it to Austin! He’s wide open… nooooo! Interference! Where’s the flag, ref? He was all over him!” That nutty fan screaming at the television from the couch in the den is a fairly accurate portrayal of yours truly on any fall Sunday afternoon, but when I married Scotty ages ago, I was a TV sports virgin. Oh, I’d always played sports. I even went steady with a lineman on the high school team and played powder puff football, but watching sports on the tube was a foreign concept to me. So when the man I loved suggested we sit in front of the TV and watch the Cowboys play football on a fall Sunday soon after we were married, I was crushed. I’d just started a job teaching school, and he was working on a graduate degree in accounting while holding down a part-time job. Sunday afternoon constituted a significant portion of our free time together. I thought he was already tired of me. Why else would he choose to watch a football game when he could be doing something fun with me? I vowed to win him back.... (more)
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54: Sweeping with the Enemy

Sweeping with the Enemy Don’t find fault. Find a remedy. ~Henry Ford Forget the five teenage stepdaughters I had acquired — it was my new husband’s adopted dog that frightened me. As Michael and I settled into married life, his Australian Shepherd became increasingly unsettled. Each time Michael snuggled up to me, Frodo emitted a visceral growl from the depths of his belly, warning me that he wasn’t keen on sharing his master’s affections. “Don’t worry. He’ll warm up to you in no time,” Michael assured me. But as Frodo lowered his shoulders, raised his hackles, and jostled between us, I remained skeptical. “He just needs time to adjust.” Michael stroked Frodo’s head, and the dog stopped growling. I pointed to my Collie who lay on the floor nearby. Dexter’s tail thumped and his eyes gleamed. “Dexter’s adjusted just fine. You don’t hear him growling at anyone.” “Well,” Michael said, “you can hardly compare the two. Dexter… well… he’s just Dexter. Now Frodo, he’s a guard dog. A real protector. Soon you’ll be thankful he’s here, keeping you safe.” A few days later, Frodo cornered me in the laundry room with his teeth... (more)
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55: The Proofreader

The Proofreader Marriage is a book of which the first chapter is written in poetryand the remaining chapters in prose. ~Beverley Nichols After years of odd jobs and raising children, I went back to my first love, writing. Finally! The perfect job for me! Words fly from my neurons to fingers to the keyboard at a dizzying pace, and when I’m all written out, I sink back in my chair, absolutely amazed at what my genius hath wrought. Except that once the glow fades, I notice a few teensy problems. Like a sentence that’s three hundred words long. Or a character whose name, sex, and species change, all in the space of one page. So, okay, fine — I needed a proofreader, and I thought my husband would be perfect for the job. See, I hadn’t exactly turned a profit at writing, so free labor was a must. And I wasn’t quite ready to show my work to the world, or even the next-door neighbor. The obvious choice was staring me in the face, if I leaned over the couch and pried apart the snoozing eyelids. Because there lay my helpmate, the man who promised to stand by me for richer or poorer, better or worse, dangling participles or split infinitives. Not that my husband would actually know a participle from the past tense. He’s a wonderful guy in a ton of ways,... (more)
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56: Giving and Taking

Giving and Taking The difference between try and triumph is a little umph. ~Author Unknown “Hmm,” said Reverend Stevens, the man who was scheduled to perform the wedding ceremony for my fiancé, Bob, and me. He was reviewing the results from the personality test we took as part of the marriage class offered at our church. Since this was a second marriage for both of us, we wanted to get it right this time. He placed the two printed pages in front of us so we could see the source of his concern. “This test is scored using four letters, each one representing a different personality trait.” Bob and I leaned forward to take a peek at what must surely be disastrous news. “They’re almost exactly alike,” I said, grinning. “Three of the letters are alike,” Reverend Stevens agreed. “But one is different — very different — as far as you can get different.” Bob frowned. “Does that mean we shouldn’t get married?” “No!” replied the reverend. “It means you’ll need to compromise — a lot — more than…” he caught my glare and decided to take a lighter tack. “Just a bit more than the usual give and take,” he said, smiling. “Hmm,... (more)