What’s Important

8 Nov

…and so, I’m not sure anymore. ‘There is a light,’ he has inscribed on the inside of his gold wedding band. ‘…that never goes out,’ hers finishes. I hear from him; how annoyed he’s become at the way she rolls the mower up and back like a vacuum cleaner. How she leaves buttered utensils in water, in the sink, overnight. “As if that’s going to cut the grease.” How she drops wet towels on the bathroom floor and never picks them up. He peeks into his oldest daughter’s ballet recital before rushing home to the Playstation. On Sundays there’s Fantasy Football as well as endless games on the telly. Sunday night. Monday night. Fifteen years of marriage. Children. Houses. Cars. He calls me from the Bahamas, away on a business trip. He’s smoking a cigar and drinking cognac with the work fellas by the pool and he thinks this is it. He’s found his Nirvana for a few days. I know what comes next. He wants to own a little Tiki bar down there. A restaurant. A hole in the wall. Bed and Breakfast. A dive turned into a retro diner. Everything is part-time. Part-time father, part-time worker bee, part time human. There is a light…that never goes out. I don’t know. Maybe it doesn’t ever. Maybe it just flickers endlessly, into a pacifying purgatory of sorts.


One Response to “What’s Important”

  1. slyboots2 10/11/2007 at 3:29 AM #

    Pacifying purgatory. Excellent.

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