A tuxedo, that is.

(Posted by Ron)

Yep.  That’s right.  I will soon be the proud owner of a monkey suit.  At least that’s what we called them when I was growing up in WVa.  A tuxedo!  I can count the number of times I have worn one on one hand.  The few times I needed one I rented it.

Why, you might ask, am I doing this? The reason is simple.  This time I intend to enjoy the formal nights on the cruise that’s coming up.  In 2008 we went on a cruise and skipped the formal night for a few reasons.  First, I’m a little bit of a snob about getting all gussied up. Second, I’ve never understood the need for ownership of something that I might wear only a few times in my lifetime and, finally, I was too cheap to rent a tux on the ship.  So why now?

There are several reasons, and I’ll just list a few.

• I think I’m at a point where I can drop the prejudice against formal wear.  After all, I have made a commitment to change, haven’t I?
• I’m going to be on this ship for 16 days.  I have to find something different to do.  Dressing in a tuxedo will probably work.  That’s really different for me.
• I know Dixie’s husband, Jeff, has a tux and will probably be wearing it.
• I look damned good in a tux!
• I’ve paid out a lot of money renting tuxedos and renting on this cruise is only slightly less expensive than owning.  So, I am now a customer of the Tuxxman on EBay.  Yep, he specializes in “pre-worn” formal wear.
• Maybe the dinner menu will be better on formal night, if that’s possible.

I guess I survived this long because it wasn’t time to own until now.  We shall see how it all works out.  I’m sure there will be posts from the ship with updates.  I might even enjoy wearing the monkey suit – or should it be a penguin suit?  Oh, well.

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You don’t, if you don’t care about keeping your marriage young.

(Posted by Ron)

In honor of all the stretching we are doing right now in preparation for Dixie and Jeff’s wedding, like swing dance lessons, flapper outfits (no gats), and even blogging about our marital adventures for the world to read, we thought this article about change was worth a second run!

I sometimes wonder if it was the last of the innocent times. Life seemed a whole lot simpler. Everyone had a place to fill and a job to do. It was the time of Ozzie and Harriet and we actually believed theirs was how life should be. Dad worked and mom stayed home to take care of the house and the family.

My job was to be a kid. For kids it was the innocent time. The time before parents were afraid for us to stray from their sight. The time when kids could still leave the house and play in the neighborhood without fear of being harmed. We would come home twice during the day, for lunch and for supper. It was a time before soccer practice or dance lessons or driving kids to and from after school commitments. Yes, it was an innocent and simpler time. It really did feel that way.

Dad spent forty-two years at the same job. When he came home each day at 4:30 we immediately sat down to supper as a family. Although mother didn’t wear pearls and high heels when she cooked, as did Harriet and other TV moms, she still had meals ready and on the table at the “correct” times. She kept the house immaculate and we never lacked freshly washed, starched and ironed clothes. After all, her job was to be the mom and she was good at it.

Dad’s job at home was to take care of the lawn and make minor repairs and sit in his chair in the evening and sleep. He didn’t wash dishes. He didn’t wash or iron clothes. He didn’t get us ready for bed. His primary job was to provide for his family and that job was completed outside the four walls of our home.

I remember hearing mom and dad argue only a time or two. I have no idea what they were arguing about. As a child I thought the only person who suffered the wrath of mom or dad was me. They were parents and parents did not argue. They knew their jobs, they did them well, and nothing else needed to be discussed.

Those are the skills and habits that I brought into my “adulthood” when I married at eighteen. I knew that my job was to be the husband and father and my wife’s job was to be the wife and sooner than expected, the mother. We were raised in similar atmospheres. I think we had matching beliefs about our roles.

I was a little more involved in my four childrens’  growth than was my dad, but sadly not much more. In fact, where he was gone eight hours each day I was often gone for weeks at a time since my jobs required me to travel. Like my dad, though, I was being the husband and father. If I provided a place for them to live, food to eat, and clothes to wear I was successful in those roles. Unfortunately, I still did not understand how this “success” damaged my relationships with them.

Relationship training was not part of my childhood. I really had no idea how to have an intimate relationship when I first married. I was married to my first wife for almost twenty five years before we divorced. And you know what? I still didn’t understand relationships or my part in them. But oh boy was I going to learn.

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Dear Dancing for Dixie’s wedding Day Diary:

(Posted by Gayle)

Step, step, rock step, turn, step, step, rock step turn, stumble almost fall, step on Ron’s toe, worry about my ankles, wonder if Ron’s knees will survive.

Let go of control,  let Ron learn his part, and FOLLOW him.  Hold my frame, send energy through my arms to Ron.  Oh boy Gille and Cheryl just flew through my mind.  Wait, rewind, Gille with the French accent Gille…. damn why didn’t I go see The Sex and the City movie….he was buck nak……crap which foot am I on?  Left or right?

Okay rock step, look into Ron’s eyes, they are twinkling.  Still looking into his eyes, uh oh… he doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing!  We both laugh…belly laughter!  It’s been a long week.  We needed some good old belly laughter.  We are stretching.  This is this stuff 22 good years are made of.  Neither of us really want to swing dance.  Both of us are dying to swing dance (and we hope we don’t die while swing dancing.)  We wish we had taken time to learn how to dance when we were younger, but we were busy (and scared of looking like fools.)

Now that we’ve aged a bit a we know the fool part is unavoidable – so what the hell… we may as well be dancing fools…

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That’s what mom always said

(Posted by Ron)

We are deep in the midst of preparations to attend a wedding in New York next week.  Dixie, the bride, loves all things about the thirties and forties and has decided to have a Guys and Dolls wedding.  That really sounds like fun except that I have to dress the part and am expected to learn at least a bit about swing dancing.

I’m not having any trouble with the outfit.  Fortunately, men’s cloths do not change a lot over the years so I can wear a suit I already own.  I did have to find the rest of the outfit (shirt, tie, shoes, scarf, fedora, etc.) but even that was simple.  So, unlike Gayle, my outfit is complete and I’m ready to go.  I’m not, however,  ready to dance!

I should already know how to swing dance.  My brother and sister used to dance in our living room in the forties and fifties.  My mom always said they danced so much they wore out the living room carpet.  I talked with my brother today and he said they were doing the jitterbug but it sure looked like swing.  He didn’t remember wearing out the carpet.

When I was a teenager I would go to the dances, but didn’t dance.  Most of the dances were some version of swing but I didn’t want to look silly so I didn’t learn to dance.  I’ve regretted that a lot over the years and especially now when I feel like I’m a little old to learn.  As much as I would like to use my bum knee as an excuse I’m just going to bite the bullet, wrap it tightly, and see if it’s really possible for me to dance.  (You know – “older” dog new trick.)

Did you know there are dance lessons on You Tube?  Neither did I until this week.  Some of the instructors look like they are bored to the bone as they count out step, step, rock step over and over and over ad nauseum.  I doubt that Gayle and I will be wearing out any rugs but at least we tried to follow them.  On Saturday we will actually take a real, live lesson.  I can hardly wait but I’m sure there will be additional blogs about this subject soon.

By the way.  Does anyone know where to get the male equivalent of Spanks just for the stomach?

See you on Dancing With The Stars!

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Very carefully (make sure your hubby has your back!)

(Posted by Gayle)

I’m not exactly certain I can promise this post has anything to do with May December relationships, but since it has to do with our relationship and we are an age gap couple, then logic says it too is a May December Post!

With that said oh my….

I am staring into the refrigerator of doom.  It’s a very scary place.  It is where the remains of 11 people, one house, and seven days live.  Read the rest of this entry »