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Groton Daily Independent
Sunday, March 18, 2018 ~ Vol. 25 - No. 247 ~ 8 of 30
That is what it means to be a husband these days. Your wife tells you something and you have to inter- pret it and most of the time we husbands get it wrong. I know I do.
I did what any sane husband would do under the circumstances. I got a quarter out and did the “heads or tails” movement. Heads it was from the top down, tails it was from the bottom up. It turned out to be heads, which was the right way to go unbeknownst to me.
I did not quite know how to read that little button and so I turned it all the way and then put my pizza in to warm it up.
Only a few moments later I began to smell an aroma. It was not the aroma of pizza being warmed up, but rather the aroma of something on re.
I ran to the kitchen and to the oven and there my pizza was sizzling and burning. I opened the door, pulled the pizza out and looked at it for a few moments. As much as I can remember, this is not the kind of pizza the wife does. What do I do with this burnt pizza?
When the wife came home later that afternoon, she asked me how the pizza was. I assured her that it was rather delicious.
“Why then,” she said rather sternly, “is there burnt pizza in the garbage?”
My little slip reminded me of what Solomon said. “Whatsoever thy hand ndeth to do, do it with thy might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest” (Ecclesiastes 9:10).
Sometimes, what my hand “ ndeth to do” is not the right thing to do and gets me into trouble.