They say in the dictionary that a woman is a female human. I would have to say that is correct.

For years man has tried in vain to figure out what goes through a woman’s mind. Myself growing up I wasn’t sure if women were too complicated, or us men too simple. For the life of me, it seemed some days no matter how hard I tried, in the eyes of Laura the woman who raised me, I couldn’t do anything right.

It seemed that she was always telling me what I didn’t need and what not to do. She said one time that the older I got, the easier I was to handle. I never could figure out what she meant by that. Reg, her husband, used to say: “The smartest thing a man could say if asked something significant would be;” “Well, my wife says.”

Growing up one would think things would change, that I could deal with this problem, but not so. Some men have told me that their wives or girlfriends are always after them to do things that they really don’t want to do. Like wash the car, mow the lawn, pull the weeds, take the kids to the park, walk the dog, pick up our laundry, carry the clothes to the clothesline, vacuum the house, dust the furniture, go to the store not stopping at the beer store first — oh, I could go on and on.

Some say women have poor memories. That is the furthest thing from the truth, especially my wife. If looked upon she can reminisce back in time to when she bought her first purse, colour, size, shape and even how many compartments were in it. She can also, when asked for a receipt that dates back a year or more, go into her room and after just a few minutes come walking out handing it to me. Simply amazing.

I have come to the conclusion that the thoughts of a woman and what she is thinking should be left alone by us men.
Laura used to say if you want anything analyzed to no end, ask a man; if you want anything done, ask a woman.
Here again, I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant.

What did I look for in a woman? Well, first off meeting my wife I found she had a sense of humor, and if you knew my family, it is a quality that was a necessity.

She has always been there for me through the hard times growing up together and the good times. She helps me believe in myself and what I do. Even if something didn’t go quite right, she would just smile and say, “Things happen.” She also makes me unknowingly want to do things for her more than anyone else. Top of the list she makes me smile, even when I am hurting as I try to do for her.

Some have asked how we lived together so long. To answer that I would have to say this. Her money is my money, my money is her money, we have a chat together a few times a day over a drink of some kind and never keep secrets from each other. To finish things off, we never stop saying, “I love you.”

Now, since I was slaving away here writing up this story, I wonder if she would mind if I headed off to do some front porch sitting with a refreshing drink. Here we go again, always trying to figure out what a woman’s mind is thinking. Doesn’t it ever stop?