Around our house, I think I’ve earned the right to be called a co-captain.
Part of aging is getting smarter. When I was young, in my 60s, I had this notion that Sherry and I would make joint decisions, like co-captains on a football team.
What color should we paint the dining room? Do we need to purchase a new sofa? Who gets to wash the dishes, and who dries? Can we handle a Swiss shepherd puppy, or will our current pack of four be enough? Should we buy some of those delicious, chocolate-iced brownies at Costco?
My dream: Sherry and I huddle up in the living room to make these momentous decisions. We listen carefully to each of our points of view. We negotiate with each other.
Reality: It’s no fun to huddle by myself in the living room when all the decisions are being called out from the kitchen.
Answers: A light shade of gray, current sofa is just fine, I dry, five shepherds are better than four, absolutely not.