Smiley Remembrances

Smiley Remembrances…of my dear husband who passed on 06-08-21
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I had been crying my eyes out when this evening I started remembering some things and actually got the giggles. It’s a long list but he basically never stopped providing comedy relief. Here is some of the funnier side of our life together. Please enjoy it with me. And if you want to share, please tell of some of funny remembrances you’ve had with your own partners.

We met at work and had an office romance. We worked in a very large two-story building. After we began dating there was a day we were talking about microwaves. Why, I don’t remember. But I do remember that part of the conversation. It went something like this…Me: “Did you know that some BOZO left popcorn burning in the microwave for SOO long that it set off the smoke alarms and the ENTIRE building had to be immediately evacuated?!” Him: Sitting there rolling his eyes and biting his lower lip. Me: “Oh no, don’t tell me…”

He drove an old small pickup truck. It was pretty beat up. One time after leaving my apartment I heard a very loud banging sound. Twice. I thought something had exploded. Just as I got up to run out the door he was running back to my apartment. No, his truck hadn’t backfired but he did have to call a tow truck. After that I convinced him to buy a new vehicle.

Over lunch one day at work, we got into a conversation about our favorite childhood cartoons. His was the Jetsons. For the life of us we could not remember the Jetsons robotic maid’s name. (It was Rosie). We started laughing about it because no matter, even tho we had details we just could not remember her name. We worked only 2 aisles away from each other. For the rest of that afternoon we kept having these quiet little giggles about Rosie’s name. We felt kind of stupid for even thinking about cartoons but it really bothered us that we couldn’t remember her name. This must have annoyed the heck out of our co-workers. We didn’t want to tell them about that one. So, we just tried our best to hold it in.

My husband loved to golf. He used to golf in a local league on the company team. One time when he went to practice his swing and teeing off, he had a little accident. The owner of the place where he practiced had pulled a line of twine across the grass, right at about knee height to keep golfers off of fresh grass trying to grow. He had put up a warning sign but apparently my husband either ignored it or didn’t see it. When my husband took a swing his golf club literally snapped back like a boomerang and he ended up slicing his leg open. He required stitches. He was so embarrassed. When his doctor read the chart about what happened, she tried to hold in her own snickers. She said she had never heard of anyone doing that before. And quite honestly, it was his first time.

My husband was a manly-man. The old- fashioned sort. Very traditional. A big burly sort. Also, kind of quiet and shy. Kind of reminded me of Sir Sean Connery. Handsome. I was a little surprised to find his CD’s of the girl groups No Doubt (his favorite song being “I’m just a girl, I’ve had it up to here” and the Go-Go’s “ Vacation”.

He had a lot to adjust to when we married. I had a cat who was still in the kitten stage. He (the cat) would get what they call “the midnight crazies”. He would run, jump and play and make all kinds of noise in the night. So, we got married and I brought my cat with me. One night my husband woke with a startle and nearly jumped out of bed, waking me up saying “What the heck…somebody’s out there!” I listened closely and when I heard it I knew exactly what no, who it was. The cat. Took him a while to get use to that. He said it sounded like a 500 pound gorilla out in the living room. And I laughed saying, “Yeah, and you were frightened!”

My husband was born in California and raised there but had been adopted by a Sicilian family who had moved from New York. During the entire time I knew him and including all throughout our marriage, I had to suffer through his watching every Mafia movie ever made -dozens of times. And then there were also the Rocky Balboa movies. Funny thing was, his biological parents were Scottish.

One of the first times he was hospitalized a nurse needed a swab culture from his uh..rectum. She looked at us and holding up what looked like a giant Q-Tip, told us either she would do it or that if he felt more comfortable, I could take the swab for him. I took it from her hand and told my husband to roll over. As he rolled over he loudly exclaimed “OH MY GAWD!” Now that is what they call “true love”.

We were not big socializers. In fact, we were homebodies. We didn’t tell people that our idea of entertainment included watching tiny Mediterranean Geckos catch bugs by the patio light while we sang with the toads.

Before I ever saw his house he first came to visit me at my apartment. He later admitted that when he saw how neat and tidy it was, he said “Uh oh”.

He truly had the gift of gab. But in all fairness, I never talked so much since meeting him. One time we sat and talked for so long after dinner at a restaraunt that we did not notice they were trying to close. It wasn’t until an employee turned on a vacuum cleaner that we realized it was time to leave. We were so embarrassed but ah…some more of that true love.

The first time I cooked for him and his adult stepson who was living with him at the time, they sat at the table with their forks and knives upright in their hands staring at me cooking in the kitchen. I turned around and saw them and said “Okay! So it’s been awhile since you guys have eaten a home-cooked meal, huh”. At least they never complained about my cooking.

Before dialysis, a wild night for us meant a blender, CD’s from the 70’s and getting out the stackable game of Scrabble. After he started dialysis, a wild time meant watching Animal Planet. But we still laughed and had a good time.

I could go on and on…my husband and I shared many a humorous moment together. Thank goodness I can still laugh. Thank goodness I have the memories. I was a lucky gal.