Non Sequitur by Wiley Miller for March 28, 2024

I’m on the highway to hole 1

She gave him a choice, and he’s taking it. Which won’t be an acceptable answer, as he will find out when he gets back.

Go! Not even remotely a golf fan, but it beats being in a room with a television.

I guess he’s back from the fairway.

I’d take the highway, but take the house payment with me.

‘My Way’ seems pretty relaxed, to me. Wouldn’t mind trying it ..

He thought he was special. She could see it in his eyes. She could see it when he laughed at her, looked down on her, and walked around on her.

Bing Crosby’s young wife was not duly impressed that one of his big hit songs was “Going My Way.”

Looks like the usual quorum of cats have left the room(s).

The only time I am right is when I agree with my wife or she when lets me believe that I am right even when she knows I am wrong – she told me this and more. I mostly just keep quiet or try to change the subject.

Instead of Highway it should say Fairway.

The no-win conundrum of married life. If he goes, she’ll hate him for going. If he stays, she’ll hate him for making her feel guilty for him not going. If he gives up golf entirely to spend time with her, she’ll hate him for just sitting in front of the TV all the time and for what he wants to watch. Too cynical….?

Binary thinking is that there are only two possibilities: to be or not to be, zero / one, on / off and most importantly right / wrong. In between is no-man’s land.

We will never resolve our differences if we each stay entrenched in our positions. However to go “over the top” means to take a lot of fire.

Golf is always the correct answer.

In my case, all he wanted to do was play golf, that was it. No conversation, no kindness, no doing anything together just play golf golf golf. The relationship was dead. I took the highway.

This seems kind of nice to have clear choices like this.

Ultimatums should be used sparingly – they may result in have unintended negative consequences.

They call it ‘stalemate’ because when it’s been around a while it begins to smell.

“I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference."

Written by some guy named Nonamuss.

At least he has an option, the signs could have read: “One Way: My Way”.

During 50+ years of marriage, I have heard my spouse say, “I was wrong, you were right,” three times [the rest of the time our disagreements end in silent acquiescence]. About half of our disagreements are based on one partner wanting to do something for self as opposed to something that needs to be done for the family. The rest of our disagreements seem to occur when he is surprised that I have knowledge and opinions about something external to my expected realm of knowledge [e.g., home, family, my profession] that are contrary to his own. Female friends and relatives have observed similar behaviors. Possibly it is a genetic condition based on a deficiency in the Y chromosome.

Interesting how there are no pictures in any of the picture frames. A metaphor for the marriage, perhaps?

It is unclear what part of “My way” he would be part of. Possibly the most efficient sign would just read “Get lost”.

she’s drinking wine and coffee.

Hmm… she’s curled up on a comfy couch with books, wine, coffee, snacks and a big-screen TV. Doesn’t exactly look like she wants him to join her, so maybe going out to waste an afternoon being frustrated and not paid for it (the difference between golf and work) is exactly what she wants.

Her way blatantly excludes him when she claims the only two seats in the room!

I love this!

Sounds like my wife.

Interesting. The TV isn’t plugged in anywhere. Maybe that’s what he gets out of the divorce?

A man goes to a doctor… "I’m having severe anxiety attacks, doc, can you help me?’’

Doc; “Well, whenever I get upset, I’ll spend some time in the hot tub with my wife. It always make me feel better.”

Man; “Sounds good, I’ll try that.”

Later, the man returns. Doc; “You feeling better now?”

Man; “Yeah doc, a lot better. Say, you’ve got one beautiful wife and a great hot tub.”

The Highway is looking pretty good.

When I entered retirement, my wife was glad to get me out of the house four to five hours as often as possible.

I went to a roadhouse and was told this. He also said that pain don’t hurt. Such wisdom.

Takes a certain amount of social intelligence to be able to read the room.

Oh let him go play golf. She’s nice and cozy, curled up on the sofa. She’s got her book and a glass of wine. I love time to myself when the hubby goes to play pool with his buddies

What would Frank Sinatra do?

One more refugee lost in their personal echo chamber, or just life in the slaw lane ;-)

Life is a highway and he wants to ride it all night long.

When I was a kid they were called golf widows. I wonder if it is still true.

“When you come to a fork in the road, take it.” — Lawrence “Yogi” Berra

That was my father-in-laws motto.

No argument there.

Why are all the wall hangings white?