The Card and Lend Me Your Hand

Ok, so I told one of my friends that I would put some pictures up but….oh well she’ll have to wait a couple more days and so will all of you. Today I’m going to just put up a couple of stories that I just like. And given todays date, they seem to fit well enough. =)

The Card
It’s Wednesday the 12th of February. It’s early evening. Sally and I are sitting in the living room. Sally has asked me to do something the following day.

Harry: ‘I can’t, I’m afraid. I’m going into town.’
Sally: ‘Why? What do you need to go to town for?’
Harry: ‘Oh, I have to get some stuff.’
Sally: ‘What stuff?’
Harry: ‘Just some stuff… things.’
Sally: ‘What things?’
Harry: ‘Various things.’
Sally: ‘What things?’
Harry: ‘What does it matter?’
Sally: ‘What things?’
Harry: ‘It’s not important what specific things, is it? I have to get things or I wouldn’t be cycling into town, would I? All that’s relevant here is that I have to go, not the details of the individual items I need to get – there’s no point wasting time giving you a big list, when the only significant point is that I need to go to town.’
Sally: ‘What things?’
Harry: ‘Oh, for Christ’s sake… Pizzas. I need to buy some pizzas, OK?’
Sally: ‘We’ve got pizzas.’
Harry: ‘We’ve got a pizza.’
Sally: ‘So? How many do you need?’
Harry: ‘Several. I want to have several in the fridge.’
Sally: ‘Why?’
Harry: ‘So that we have a stock of them.’
Sally: ‘Why?’
Harry: ‘So that we don’t run out, obviously.’
Sally: ‘What would happen if we ran out?’
Harry: ‘I’d have to go to town.’
This flings itself out of my mouth while my higher brain is still racing along behind it frantically waving its arms and shouting, ‘Wait! Wait!’
Sally responds with just the tiniest movement of her eyebrows. Absolutely minuscule. Sufficient in size, however, to make me wonder if I could get a UN resolution to have her bombed.
Harry: ‘I have to get other things too.’
Sally: ‘What things?’
Harry: ‘What the bloody hell does it matter? Why can’t I go to town if I want to, for God’s sake?’
Sally: ‘Why are you being secretive? What are you up to?’
Harry: ‘I’m not up to anything.’
Sally: ‘Yes you are.’
Harry: ‘Like what?’
Sally: ‘I don’t know.’
Harry: ‘Because there isn’t anything.’
Sally: ‘Yes there is – I can tell.’
Harry: ‘There isn’t.’
Sally: ‘You bloody liar.’
Harry: ‘You bloody mad woman.’
Sally: ‘Tell me.’
Harry: ‘Stop talking now.’
Sally: ‘Tell me.’
Harry: ‘I…’
Sally: ‘Tell me.’
I think we’ve both risen to our feet by this point (it allows for better voice projection).
Harry: ‘OK! OK! You want to know why I need to go up town, you relentless harridan?!’
Sally: ”Yes! You lying swine!’
Harry: ‘So I can get your Valentine’s Day card! So I can get your bloody Valentine’s Day card and post it to here – so it’ll arrive as a nice surprise through the post!’
A tiny flicker. It’s the merest stutter of hesitation, though, then she’s back on track before the beat is really lost.
Sally: ‘You don’t need to get me a bloody Valentine’s Day card!’
(I can’t imagine what makes her think she’s going to get away with this move – she must be getting old.)
Harry: ‘Too bad! Because I’m getting you a Valentine’s Day card! And I’m posting it to you! Tomorrow! When I go to town!’
And, indeed, I do go to town, buy her a card, and post it. Inside I write, ‘Surprise!’ She gets it on Valentine’s Day and says, ‘Thank you,’ to me, through gritted teeth. (She gets me one too, by the way – it reads, “I’m not interested in a nice, normal relationship… I like ours better.”)

Odysseus and Penelope? Pah – lightweights.

Lend Me Your Hand
A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.

The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter,
“Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don’t fall into the river.”

The little girl said, “No, Dad. You hold my hand.”

“What’s the difference?” Asked the puzzled father…

“There’s a big difference,” replied the little girl.

“If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go.”

In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond.
So hold the hand of the person whom you love rather than expecting them to hold yours.


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