“He’s a smart man. I don’t get it?”
I was talking to Amy about HT. Lately, after almost 15 years of marriage, he’d taken to leaving blocks of cheese in the fridge drawer, unwrapped.
Amy was sympathetic. She shook her head and said, “Phil would never do that. Cheese means too much to him.”
“I know, right?” I sighed.
Every time I happened upon a block of cheddar, the end all rubbery and unusable, I’d shake my head, and take a breath. I rationalized, there are lots of things I do that probably make him nuts. I leave a wad of hair in the shower drain. I never replace the soap. He doesn’t complain.
But cheese is like, five bucks a block! He’s wasting it. And why now? What made him get cheese lazy after all this time?
Finally I could take it no more. Very gently, I approached the subject.
“Um, Honey? Why do you keep leaving cheese un-wrapped in the fridge?”
He looked at me like I was high, as Seth quietly skee-daddled out of the kitchen.
Sometimes it’s good to bite one’s tongue. My gramma always said, “If you can’t say something nice….”
On the other hand, it’s good to talk and air things out. How many blocks of cheese would have been sacrificed had I not brought it up?
Seth never just went into the fridge and helped himself to hunks of cheese before. Apparently, now he does. Who knew?
HT, I apologize for ever doubting you. And I’ll try to be more considerate about the hair in the shower drain.