1. This post is offered up with light hearted intent and is in no way meant to detract from the very real and serious problems many of us face because of our diagnosis.
2. This post is partially inspired by maxone7 who let us know that he has a real problem when people throw plastic in the paper recycling and they better tread carefully when he finds out. Don't bother looking for the post, it'll take you forever. 😀
--------------
So in our house Mrs. Skiingfiend is the recycling marshall. We live in the Pacific Northwest (some of you will know what that means) and we really have like seven classes of recycling and corresponding containers. Paper at the curb, plastic and tins at the curb, glass at the curb, compost at the curb (kitchen and garden waste), specialty plastics (including some food wrappings and containers) to be saved and dropped off at a depot, electronics waste to be saved and dropped off a depot ( this can include everything from televisions, stereos, computers, kitchen appliances, batteries, light bulbs and more). Phew.
Mrs Skiingfied is very conscientiousness and ensures that we only dispose of pristinely clean garbage. So we actually clean everything before we throw it out, particularly food wrappers and containers. It has to be spotless. We literally have the cleanest garbage in the neighbourhood, I know - I checked. Sometimes when Mrs Skiingfied is not around and I make some garbage and I don't feel like washing it at the time, I hide it in the freezer with the intent of getting to it later. In typical male fashion, I forget all about it, out-of-sight - out-of-mind. Needless to say when Mrs Skiingfiend catches on, and she always catches on, I end up furiously washing garbage with my tail between my legs.
Ok, so now that I have established my bona fides as a less than ideal choice for life partner, I can get to the crux of my real problem.
Mrs. Skiingfiend retired from a corporate career that included lots of travel and time on the road. I was still working and she didn't want to just sit around the house so she decided to pursue something local and completely different on a part-time basis. She decided to go work at the local butcher.
Now Mrs. Skiingfiend is a consummate foody and loves to cook, hooray! Did I mention we live in the Pacific Northwest? Did I mention she is very conscientiousness? As much as possible we eat only locally grown organic produce and meat from local organically raised livestock. Mrs. Skiingfiend has even on occasion visited our local suppliers to check out their operations to ensure they meet her standards. Anyway, I digress.
My real problem is that Mrs. Skiingfiend is constantly getting "hit on" at the butcher shop. She has received multiple bouquets of flowers, boxes of chocolates, a case of beer, handwritten poetry, and multiple invites out to dinner. It's gotten so bad the girls at the shop have told her you need to start talking about your husband more when you're dealing with customers. I never realized there was such an oversupply of single middle-aged men in our neighbourhood.
So now all of a sudden, here in my twilight years, when I thought everything had been settled between us after 25 years of marriage, the bar has been raised and I find myself needing to compete against these aspiring paramours.
I hope I can rise to the challenge!
--------------
Feel free to comment or provide advice ( the funnier the better) and feel free to share your own stories if you're so inclined.
PS. you know I love you max.
QoL at Steamboat 
Finish the Dream Continued
Heading to German Klinik (Hyperthermia)
