As the Packers dramatically struggled, caught up, tied, and in sudden-death overtime... died, emptiness filled our house. It usually does this time of year at some point. After Packer football (our whole-family passion/hobby) ends, it's all about the grim reality of long, cold, lonely winter.
My wife was pondering what she could spend the upcomng deluge of free time doing, saying, "You have your blog. What could I do?"
"You could take up ventriloquism," I suggested with the casual, sensible tone someone would suggest knitting or pottery.
"No. I don't think so. But thanks for the suggestion," she said, and smiled. It wasn't a vehement objection - just a brief polite rejection of a ligitimate option, yet one that is not for her. I, in turn, appreciate that she supports my efforts, even if usually just with passive acceptance. She even throws out an idea sometimes.
It is a bit of an unconventional pursuit. However, why it raises eyebrows when other people are totally accepted for "restoring '68 Camaros" is beyond me.
She is even supporting my frenetic preparation for the Winter Olympic coverage. At least she hasn't screamed, "Enough!"