Grow old along with me?
The worst is yet to be
The aches and pains from which the quarrels are made;
Our bile grows worse each year
We pass the pain to those held dear,
Once wife, now nurse, with thinning sympathy.
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Gary doesn’t deal well with illness. Sympathy doesn’t make him feel better, what I think makes him feel better is expelling the venom. I’m always going to be younger, and therefore healthier, and therefore always the nurse and always the target.
That works fine if I’m not filled with bile myself. How do two sickly people stay married? Do they?
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P. S. I have a particular hatred today for Rabbi Abraham ben Meir Ibn Ezra and the poem that bears his because my left foot, the best foot of all my feet, is still jacked up by its encounter with the Grow Old Along With Me sundial.
5 responses to “Apologies Robert Browning”
I hope the left foot regains its cheer and equilibrium soon.
Is Gary familiar with the coding-problem Rubber Ducky? Can he have one, not to solve his coding problems by making him verbalize them and thus triggering his brain to figure out the problem, but to expel venom upon?…
KC – oh he excels at verbalizing his problems. He doesn’t keep anything in. I am reserved compared to him.
The question is more whether he can verbalize his irritability to *something else* that is not you, i.e. a rubber ducky who is largely unaffected by vituperation. 🙂
KC – he would take the duck and throw it across the room and then come and wake me up to vent.
That would be less useful, yes.