Posted: Nov 20, 07 2:29pm
My wife and son cannot seem to have a conversation without it turning into a battle. He baits, she nags, and nags and nags. Like a Beagal with on a pant leg, snarlin', snappin', growlin'.
Latest episode: dinner table, Monday night, 8PM. We have a family friend/bandmate over for dinner who'll be spending the night as he lives a coupla hours away. Wife starts to comment on my sons's (19) progress at the local community college. My son, who injured himself in a surfing accident last Saturday, has been taking it very easy. On crutches, as a matterofact.
He's no academic, but I suspect that over the course of several years he'll get a degree in something. His call, as far as I'm concerned. His passion is surfing, and I say go for it. Well, wife doesn't quite see it that way, accuses him of being lazy and not trying his best.
(What is one's "best", anyway? Is it a direct corollary to the amount of pain and suffering one has to endure to accomplish something? How can anyone else judge what one's "best" is - I mean, it should be personal, right?)
Well, point is, with my friend and daughter sitting at the table, my wife and son get's into it, and she gets his teeth into him and won't let go (which she is apt to do after a coupla glasses of red). I plead with them to take it outside, let up, write each other a note. But no. Finally I am forced to get up and whisper in her ear: "you are being very rude". At which point everybody shuts up, she goes off to her room and my son goes off to his. And my friend and I try to have a normal conversation...
This is just one little episode - seems like it goes on day after day and it bums me out. I'm not big into arguing.
Anybody know what it's like to be the referee at a boxing match, 'cuz that's what this feels like.





