Sunday, March 31, 2013

Marriage According to Suess

"One day, making tracks 
  In the Prairie of Prax,
  Came a North-Going Zax
  And a South-Going Zax.
  And it happened that both of them came to a place that they bumped..."

My husband LOVES music. In our early days I used to tell him that I married him for his CD collection. His taste in music is so varied that a girl couldn't possibly appreciate everything from his CD collection the way that he does. On occasion this has caused us to come to a place where we BUMP.

Today was one of those days.

You see, my Steven is such an even-keeled kind of guy (Yes, this does amuse me that this is so, and that his name is Steven) that he uses his music as a way to feel. When he listens to music it is never in the background. It truly becomes what you are doing until the song ends, sometimes thirty minutes from now. He loves to close his eyes and allow the song's story in. He can do this at any moment, no matter what else is going on his environment.

Kids hungry and close to rioting?  No big deal, we have some Dvorak for that!

I on the other hand, may not always act on my emotions or display them all the time for everyone else to see, but they are there. I am pensive. You might even say that I am noisy inside. I do not need anything external to create turbulence-- it is already there. I have no problem accessing it, and if anything, I have to work very hard to quiet it. On top of this, my surroundings can be so clamorous moment by moment that I CRAVE those rare times of silence.

So, what do you do when things are chaotic, your routine is lost because one member of your family or another has been sick every day for weeks AND you have allowed too much business into your life? What do you do when you feel stuck and behind, and are trying your hardest to become unstuck (with a smile), and your husband picks just that time to saturate the air with music that reminds you of feverish sleep; a strange dream that goes around and around and that you just can't wake up from? Why, by all means, if you are me, you stand there with him, "Foot to Foot. Face to Face", and you say something like this:

"Look here, now!" the North-Going Zax said. "I say! You are blocking my path. You are right in my way. I am a North-Going Zax and I always go north. Get out of my way, now, and let me go forth!"

And what do you do if you are the husband of said North-Going Zax and are sick on the couch, just trying to escape the fact that after a couple of days now, you still aren't feeling well?

You could snap:

"Who's in who's way!?"

You could say:

" I always go south, making  south-going tracks . So you're in MY way! And I ask you to move and let me go south in my south-going GROOVE.'

You could say this but this would simply cause your North-Going Zax wife to puff her chest up with pride. She would say something about HER needs--her desire for "happy music"(if any music at all), and then things would get really ugly with both of you declaring your unwillingness to budge, "not an inch to the west, not an inch to the east!"

You could respond this way, but you are a wise Zax husband and you know that this would only threaten to cause "the whole household to stand still."

Instead, you really make your wife mad. You build a bridge over her! You just smile at her and put on this:


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