EPISODE 158 SO I DECIDED TO HELP MARJORIE…AND THAT WAS A BIG DECISION

EPISODE 158   SO I DECIDED TO HELP MARJORIE…AND THAT WAS A BIG DECISION



alan skeoch
Nov.  2020




The newspaper and a cup of coffee take my full attention every morning.  First, I read the lonely hearts
column.  No particular reason.  Perhaps because the column is on the back page which is easier to 
read than taking all the effort of opening the newspaper and finding the editorial page which always
features a political cartoon.   After that I may  or may not continue with the paper providing my coffee
cup is not empty.   If I wait a bit Marjorie will make proper coffee whereas my choice is speedy coffee
with those little plastic cups

Today was different.  I never got beyond the lonely hearts column.  A woman wrote a long letter
complaining about her husband’s laziness while they are on the Covid 19 lockdown.  She is  at
the breaking point.  He does noting to help ever since he lost his job due to the virus.  He just 
parks himself in front of the TV all day.  Does nothing.  She vacuums right in front of him.  He doesn’t
move.  She does the washing… replaces the sheets, finds the used clothing, pushes the button.  He just
sits there.   She makes the meals, washes the dishes…”he doesn’t even help to dry a pot.”

As I read this litany of complaints I began to think.  Marjorie does the vacuuming, makes the meals, washes
the dishes, puts the dishes away, does the shopping, 
changes the sheets, washes my socks, ….in short I realized Marjorie does it all.  Me?  I read the
lonely hearts column and amuse myself with the political cartoon before I spend an hour or two
writing these Episodes for you…yes, for you lazy creatures who probably have a wife like mine.
Lucky for us.  Lucky we married multi-taskers.

Then I began to feel a bit guilty.  Unusual for me for I am a positive type person.  Marjorie is still
in bed.  She stayed up until 4 a.m. watching the horror show that never ends in the United States.
My guilt got over powering.  “I can do something to help, I suppose.  I can put the dishes away
in the cupboard from the dishwasher.”

Which is exactly what I did.  Cups, plates, bowls, even the knives, forks and spoons.  I put them
away.  Perhaps not as neatly as Marjorie.  Bit of a pain in the ass to sort the cutlery so I just
piled it in the cutlery drawer. 

She is still in bed. “What about my second cup of coffee?  I will have to make it myself. Yuck!”

So, I reached in the cupboard to grab a clean cup and was immediately a bit shocked. The
clean cup was not clean.  It had a brown coffee stain in the bottom.  I had just replaced it
from the dishwasher…was the machine broken?  The problem was bigger than I imagined.
I had taken all the dirty dishes and cutlery out of the dishwasher and put them all away
in the cupboard.  Let me say this again.  Dirty dishes in the cupboard.  Now I will have 
to take them all out and put them back in the dishwasher.  That is not an easy job.  Double
the work.




What then?  I will have to start the dishwasher.  Push the right button.  What button?
I am left handed so the buttons confuse me.  Great excuse that I use all the time. I do
not know how to do the following tasks…do not know which button to push on the washing
machine, the clothes drying machine, the TV…hell, I do not even know how to start
the lawn mower.  Feigned ignorance has served me well for sixty years.   

When we were first married Marjorie said “stay out of the kitchen, Alan”  and I have 
faithfully followed that command.  Until this morning.  Oh, the labour is too much.
…the effort, double effort, Putting dishes back in the dishwasher before Marjorie gets up.

My sole achievement is putting the little plastic cup in the coffee maker.  Even that
is a trial because some days the machine needs water.

I went back to the newspaper.  “Who wrote that complaint?  Couldn’t be Marjorie…or could  it?”  
I dared not read the advice section so I turned back to the political 
cartoon and settled myself comfortably in the big chair.

“Marjorie, are you awake yet?  You will never guess what I did this morning.”
She would never guess.

alan skeoch
Nov. 2020


That is Woody, our dog, on the front lawn.  On nice days like this I put a lawn
chair beside him and soak in the sunshine.  Marjorie”?  You cannot see her
from this angle.  She is down in the ditch mowing the lawn.  Why do I not help?
I have tried.  She says I do not do a good enough job.  “I may as well do it myself.”
I am not all bad…bought her the lawn mower after all.

Putting that new lawn mower from the big box to the lawn was a lot of effort.  Then I had to figure how to put the wheels
on.  Marjorie figured that out.


“Marjorie, there is no water in the coffee machine.”

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