First
we had the seemingly never-ending O. J. trial. This was followed up by the
funeral and investigation of Princess Diana’s death in France. After that
had all died down, we went through months and months of the investigation
and resulting impeachment of William Jefferson Clinton. Now we have the
election standoff. I’ve just about had it with all of this stuff. If it’s
not one thing it’s another and I’m beginning to lose patience with this
whole situation. I do believe this current crisis has virtually paralyzed
the entire country and has us in a death grip standing by waiting for the
final outcome, which may or may not be coming anytime soon.
I suspect many of you are as tired of this
as I am. It is starting to affect my home life and because of this, I am
getting rather annoyed and hacked as the days drag on and on and on. Our
married life has come to a virtual standstill in our house. My wife
considers this to be of major national importance and worthy of her
undivided attention on an emergency basis. We have gone into what I
consider to be a bunker mode at our house at this time. Phone calls are
limited to just a few minutes mainly coinciding with court recesses or
adjournments. Calls during the actual courtroom proceedings are limited to
as few words as possible with the promise to call back once the day’s
activities are finally closed. This usually ends up being down about 11pm.
In our house we have a rule that says when Mom’s feeling fine, the laundry
is running. You can hardly let a towel or pair of socks hit the floor
before they are swept up and thrown into the washer. We knew something had
changed when the laundry started stacking up and the dishwasher actually
shut off. Dinner has been changed to what ever is in the freezer and the
turkey left over from Thanksgiving is still on a shelf in the fridge. Make
it yourself seems to be the order of the day.
Things are not right at our house. My wife
is now periodically yelling at the tube or shaking her fist at it. I
am beginning to think she thinks we have interactive television and that
someone on the other side can actually hear her. She has a death grip on
the remote. Asking her to change the channel is totally out of the
question and may carry serious bodily harm with any attempts on my
part to watch JAG or Colombo. When the Supreme Court was meeting
last week, I caught her making written notes and preparing a brief in case
her side lost the decision. Our conversations are peppered with new terms
like.’de novo’ and ‘remanded’ or whatever.
Conversations are very formal and seem to follow the lines of prosecutor
and witness. I’m not happy being the witness. When ever I suggest that we
get out of the hose and go to a restaurant or to a movie I am subjected to
her yelling, "Over ruled" or "Out of Order" at me. I
am starting to get worried as she has started sleeping in the den and
watches the news until midnight or later. Last week the news media was so
desperate for content that they were bringing in former law clerks to try
and put a spin on what might happen in the coming days. Here again, I am
concerned over the yells I hear coming out of the den whenever one of
these people says something my wife disagrees with. I try to explain that
the networks are just running out of people to interview and need to fill
in time while things are in a lull. I suppose they’ll start interviewing
street people next to see what the homeless reaction is to these
decisions.
In the meantime, I suppose I’ll just have
to grin and bear it and do my own laundry. It’s good that I can cook and
need to lose some weight anyway. Hopefully this matter will be settled
soon and the quasi courtroom at our house can be restored to its former
dignity. That’s it for this week; don’t mention this article to her since
she told me that if I wrote about what is happening she’d find me in
contempt of court. As usual you can send comments to me at www.pearyperry.com. |
