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Men & Women

Okay, I haven't been in a permanent, committed and serious relationship (read one that you wake up together and close your eyes at night in a similar fashion) for a few years, so I have forgotten some of the delicacies of the finer differences between men and women. Now with my parents staying here and my father being so limited in movement and things he can do, I get to do more than a few things with mom and I'm beginning to remember bits. Here's one from this morning;

Unlike many persons of my gender, I don't despise shopping. But for some people of the other gender, there's this euphoric experience related to shopping I just don't understand. It doesn't need to be large, important things (like shoes) either. It could be trivial everyday stuff, like grocery shopping or picking up a few things at the corner store.

My mom sees a few items she wants at a nearby drug-store advertised on sale in their weekly flyer, deodorant, liquid soap, napkins, etc. I promise taking her there and did it yesterday. Now in my head the plan is to get in and out as quickly as possible, locating the necessary items, trying to check out several aisles at once to gather as much of the stuff we come to get within the shortest possible time and out we can leave in record time. My mother on the other hand, walks into the store and she is suddenly at home!. I can tell immediately her posture changes, she's alive with excitement and is looking forward to really ENJOYING this trip. Naturally, she is in no hurry and would even prefer to elongate the excursion for as long as possible.

By the time I have every single item she had marked on her flyer packed in the little basket I'm carrying, she has only made a turn at the end of aisle one and is longingly looking at the rows of shampoo and conditioner awaiting her around the corner at the second aisle. Recognizing the severity of this problem and how this could all end up making my head explode in frustration, I tell her to spend as much time as she wants, pay for the stuff and retreat to my car to wait for her.

Luckily, my Leonard Cohen CD is on and I enjoy waiting another 20 minutes or so floating on his voice. Ahhh, life is good again.

Anthem

The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.

Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

We asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every government --
signs for all to see.

I can't run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they've summoned, they've summoned up
a thundercloud
and they're going to hear from me.

Ring the bells that still can ring ...

You can add up the parts
but you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.

Posted by Pedram at February 22, 2004 03:23 AM