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Posted by blamethebanjo on Tuesday, January 27, 2009

I don't drive much anymore. I don't always have a clear head I'll admit. I'll admit that I never did have a crystal clear head. Luckily I have a driving instructer who moonlights as my spouse of thirty six years. I used to brag about how she had all the tickets and I had none. That stopped when we lived in Mississippi and my new Mustang brought me to the attention of the local State Police.

Three different ocasions they were nice enough to stop me and point out that safety says slower speeds are preferable and as a reminder they allowed me to donate a large amount of money to the state. Two more stops would result in a suspension of my license.

I slowed down and with the money I saved not donating to the state it made for a better lifestyle. The state must have felt a pinch though. This brings me to the real subject I want to share with you all. Today as we were on our way home from Wal-Mart something in my driving made my wife comment that I am not a thinker. She stated that I had no analitical ability what so ever... zero Here is where I defend myself.

I have always wanted a leather chair with brass tacks adorning it and wonderful carved woodwork. I finally got that chair. My son in law calls it my Thinking Chair! Thinking, the very thing I was acused of not be able to do! When I sit in it smoking my pipe stuffed with vanilla cavendish I feel like Sherlock Holmes working out some mystery in his mind. In reality I am not contemplating anything that serious but all the same I am thinking.

I believe the better explanation to be that I try to think of too many things at the same time. One of them being how someone who is suposed to be on my side through better or worse could acuse me of being numb from the neck up. Mr. Magoo, she calls me. Any of you old enough to remember that dear little old man in the cartoon knows that is not a compliment. All in all it is a good life and I enjoy having someone to tell me when I am not doing things exactly right. I must enjoy it to have done it for so long!

11 comments on “Driving Lessons.”

rinemb Says:
Tuesday, January 27, 2009 @1:51:06 PM

My wife sells "high-end" furniture. It used to all be made in North Carolina, now most of it is made in China, then shipped to NC for upholstering. Kind of sad, really. Anyway, if I smoked, I can assure you my wife would never let me sit in any of our chairs to do it. So you see...you really are a fortunate man.

Brad

blamethebanjo Says:
Tuesday, January 27, 2009 @1:56:22 PM

I agree, I was just trying to be funny!! I wish that all the jobs would return to America. The countries who sell us everything don't buy anything from us.

fisher Says:
Tuesday, January 27, 2009 @2:41:05 PM

My wifes maiden name is McGovern. My pet name for her is Magoo. She loves it. Nice new Avitar Darrel!Keep up the deep thoughts }:~))

blamethebanjo Says:
Tuesday, January 27, 2009 @3:01:10 PM

Thanks Fisher! I love Magoo. I have a bunch of his cartoons. So now I know there are two Magoo's!! Ha ha.

retiredguy Says:
Tuesday, January 27, 2009 @5:50:23 PM

Blame, I hate to agree with your wife, but, I do remember Mr Magoo and LOL take the glasses off.. Sorry my friend, I just couldn't pass on that one... It's is great having a loving wife. Keep on picking and the sense of humor...

blamethebanjo Says:
Tuesday, January 27, 2009 @6:09:20 PM

By Jove!! You are right!! I am Magooish looking!!!

BvilleDon Says:
Wednesday, January 28, 2009 @12:48:22 AM

What did you say you were smoking in that pipe?

BvilleDon Says:
Wednesday, January 28, 2009 @12:56:19 AM

I think you could get any number of us to verify to your wife that you thik so much, it can be dangerous to your account! I think moving brings out not the best in us. We have also been married 36 years! My spouse and I try very hard to always be at least civil to one another. I am sure she puts up with me, better than I do with her. To me, a hurtful word from a loved one can be devastating. I suppose I am too sensative. But an unnecessary hurtful word from a loved one is like poisoning my well. It affects me for a long time.

As for Mr. Magoo, it DOES seem like he wore "earmuffs" from time to time.

blamethebanjo Says:
Wednesday, January 28, 2009 @8:35:33 AM

You are right Don. Although my blog was meant to be funny, there is a lot of truth when it comes to words and the effect they can have on people. I'll look for some earmuffs!!