Someone To Stay Home With

‘May you live in interesting times.’
Chinese curse

If you ask me ‘What’s new?’, I have nothing to say
Except that the garden is growing.
I had a slight cold but it’s better today.
I’m content with the way things are going.
Yes, he is the same as he usually is,
Still eating and sleeping and snoring.
I get on with my work. He gets on with his.
I know this is all very boring.

There was drama enough in my turbulent past:
Tears and passion – I’ve used up a tankful.
No news is good news, and long may it last.
If nothing much happens, I’m thankful.
A happier cabbage you never did see,
My vegetable spirits are soaring.
If you’re after excitement, steer well clear of me.
I want to go on being boring.

I don’t go to parties. Well, what are they for,
If you don’t need to find a new lover?
You drink and you listen and drink a bit more
And you take the next day to recover.
Someone to stay home with was all my desire
And, now that I’ve found a safe mooring,
I’ve just one ambition in life: I aspire
To go on and on being boring.

~Wendy Cope “Being Boring”

Four days snowed in might be boring to some folks.

It was wonderful, especially when I’m snowed in with a special someone who I love to stay home with, who is my safe mooring.

Today I’m heading back out on slushy roads, back to the life of all-but-boring clinic work, full of non-stop drama.

But my ambition is to go back to that boring life on the farm with that someone I want to stay home with. Soon.

6 thoughts on “Someone To Stay Home With

  1. Isn’t it nice to be married in good times and bad. My husband and I have been married for almost 47 years. He is my safe mooring too and I am his. As we age and get more aches and pains the fears of the future can scare us especially knowing that most probably one of us will be left without the other. That’s why we try to keep our eyes on the Lord above all.
    Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.
    —Philippians 4:6

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  2. Ode to Our Toothbrushes

    The best, we know, is yet to be/So take your brush and brush with me/And when we’re done we’ll match them up/Side-by-side inside their cup/ With worn stray whiskers falling out/And torsos creamed in toothpaste grout/Their slender bodies head-to-head/Embrace all day in porcelain bed/These lucky brushes so entwined/Dream not of places less divine/And never part save when we hold/Along with us, they’re growing old.

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