My last column concerning my being an extraordinary husband brought hundreds of responses. Well strictly speaking perhaps not quite that many, but there were some. One person from the distaff side completely missed the point of the article and indicated that it actually was the Blonde in the house who was an extraordinary wife. That is true, but not the point of the last article – perhaps for a subsequent one.
Then there was the gentleman who not only does not live in The Villages, but has not been here since Ford was president. He sent a tear stained e-mail (which can be done) stating that he loves rhubarb pie but does not have a Blonde in the house to make one for him. Then, he had the gall to ask my Blonde to make one. Not going to happen!
However, since the Blonde is extremely nice she does have recipes ready to send out so that any member of womankind can make one no matter the color of her hair – including the one residing in his house.
There was also the last meeting of Husbands United (a secret society) where the subject came up. We had disposed of several run of the mill cases involving some poor lads who had run into problems with womankind. Naturally, I cannot tell you what they were or our solutions which guaranteed peace and harmony between the parties involved.
The rest of the meeting was involved in discussion of the column in question.
They wanted to know in particular how I was able to accomplish the leaf blower for Mother’s Day caper. I explained the matter in simple language – which is often needed at these meetings. You should understand that not all members are as well versed in understanding womankind as yours truly. Many of them also asked questions about the making of rhubarb pies and snails. I, of course, explained how to handle the matter.
I would repeat my responses here, but unfortunately they are now a part of the official minutes of the Society so I can’t tell you.
I also heard from a very famous lady whose photo was in the local newspaper this past week. She noted that I used a “thinking cap” to accomplish many of my extraordinary husband deeds. She wanted to know where I had secured one as she wanted to get one for her husband. (He sounds like a potential member of Husbands United. Too bad I can’t tell him when and where we meet). She wanted the information without even knowing about the yellow (matched the Blonde’s hair) snow blower I got her when we lived in Minnesota.
Obtaining a thinking cap is not that hard. I just did what everyone else does. I searched on Amazon where I found many of them at all different prices. As usual you get what you pay for! Mine is the “Ultra Extraordinary Premier Model”. Anyone looking to purchase that model should carefully read the fine print. It indicates what is necessary to best activate the cap. Obviously you guessed it – rhubarb pie with an occasional key lime pie thrown in.
I am going to need that cap at its highest limits. I got by Mother’s Day, but next month is our anniversary! Suggestions will not be ignored!
Barry Evans is a resident of The Villages.