Having just spent a week with my number one daughter, Cricket, in Idaho, Trixie and I had the rare opportunity to get out of the house and into some tall cotton.
Now, those of you who know Ol’ Dutch know that I am not inclined to take my gal out for a high flyin’ life. In fact, the last big date we had included butchering a cow and while that is about as romantic as any woman can want, I could tell Trixie was overdue for the lights of the big city.
Read MoreIf you live long enough to see your male friends lose spouses to either death or divorce you will suffer the unending torment of watching them be sucked into the cauldron of repeat matrimonial hardships. I mean a “happy marriage.”
When a woman loses a spouse she tends to gather up her friends and they spend countless hours consoling one another, eating out, shopping and doing things that she could not do while married or, otherwise, called, “having fun.”
Being a pastor's kid I know that some people believe Paradise is a stopping off place just short of Heaven and I liken this post-marriage phase as close to that place for women.
Read MoreOl' Dutch is a-not-so-willing member of the church choir.
This came about quite by accident due to Mother's Day rolling around unexpectedly five years ago and discovering en route to my mom’s house that I had no gift, so I had to improvise. I promised her a summer of church choir singing and now I am stuck like the proverbial pig in a mud hole, but not nearly as happy.
She is the director of said group which can be likened to the person who runs the torture chamber in a castle dungeon. It's a tad like the old man who told me at work that the “unwilling were leading the unable.”
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