EQUALITY<\/strong>
\nWord Count: 334<\/p>\n

Just watched the hummingbird dance his crescent of display for a female sitting politely in the bush. He doesn\u2019t know she\u2019s on the pill. I wink at her and she winks back. A note of understanding.<\/p>\n

There is a rhythm that goes beyond the hummingbird\u2019s measured flight, that seems to cut into the air like a knife circling a watermelon on a hot summer picnic table. Finally he breaks his dance and flies off to the trees at the edge of the yard. She, relieved, comes to the feeder but hum<\/em> and whoosh!<\/em> and he\u2019s back on her like a magnet. I sympathize, but she knows as well as I that this is life. That\u2019s it and you learn to work around it.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve got to start thinking about making dinner. That, too, is part of life. It\u2019s getting harder; lately he\u2019s been complaining about chicken. After twenty years he suddenly is not too hot on chicken. I sneak it in when I can because I\u2019m tired of balancing beef, pork, pasta and fish–and the fish has been on his \u201cnot crazy about\u201d list for the past six years and pasta is so high in carbohydrates.<\/p>\n

While he changes, I adjust. Women, I think, always adjust, despite any feminist thinking on either part. It is acknowledgement of equality versus the need to be mothered and cared for. Particularly when he is working and I am not. Or at least, not getting paid much for some of it, nothing at all for all the rest. And to be fair, it isn\u2019t him. I don\u2019t need someone else to hint at guilt. I\u2019ve learned it better on my own a long, long time ago.<\/p>\n

And there are good things that he does that counterbalance this relationship. Like killing spiders and the occasional mouse. He also bought a he-man\u2019s mower. And because I hate the noise, he snow-blows the driveway before he goes to work at five a.m.<\/p>\n

Still, I wish he would dance.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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