My world was turned upside down a couple of nights ago. The woman I have loved and trusted dealt me a blow.
It started just after the news at 10:00. A commercial message began and I got up to put my shoes in the bedroom. This was going to take all of 5 seconds. I picked up the shoes, and as I left the room I noticed that the volume of the advertisement was much too loud. But I didn't stop and go back to turn it down. Our only remote is of course, by my chair, and under my personal care. ( I do let Marilyn use it if I'm not home. ) I went around the corner to put my shoes in the bedroom, thinking to myself, "I'd better turn that TV down".
As I dropped my shoes and turned around, it happened. The TV volume dropped suddenly. I made a quick step toward the door of the living room, and my eyes swept from my endtable, to our only remote laying upon it. Then I looked at Marilyn, still with the footrest in the up position on her recliner, still with a blanket on top of her, and then to the TV that had miraculously quieted down.
I looked at Marilyn and asked, "What did you do?" She said "What?" The thing that bothered me, was the look on her face. She looked like a little boy who had been caught with a mouthful of candy. I asked "How'd you turn the TV down?" Then she said "What TV?"
Then it hit me. This woman who is the Mother of my children, whom I have trusted with the most closely held secrets of my mind, whom I have shared a bed with for almost thirty five years, HAD A CLANDESTINE TV REMOTE IN HER POSSESSION. AND she was not showing any remorse.
I did not succumb to my first urge. That of tipping her chair upside down to look for spare remotes like some kind of prison warden looking for contraband. I thought about taking the table cloth off of her endtable. The cloth she supposedly made to both adorn the room and hide the poor quality of the table. A noble effort, I thought. I never dreamed that the cloth was hiding a remote to be used when I dozed off. Well, I have to be out of town later this week. I'll probably sit alone in my hotel room, and use a strange remote, and wonder at what Marilyn is doing with my remote back home. Probably watching the first movie she comes to. How will she know what to watch. She probably won't even think to go thru the first 200 channels to see what's on.