© irene waters 2014
We can all understand lingering when placed in a situation like this, great company, great views and a superb cup of coffee that leaves that lingering rich taste long after its consumption however, my husband lingers to delay.
I’m a keen dancer and in the country town where we used to live there were few opportunities open to me for this pursuit. Once every three months however a dance would be held in the local hall with a band which travelled 176 kilometres just to play for us to dance old-time bush dancing. There would be lots of prides of Erin, mambos (but not the dirty dancing kind), gypsy Tap and Evening Three Step. They would even do the chicken dance for the children. The band leader would talk but no-one could ever understand what he said. His sidekick’s family of wife and toddlers sat on the seats positioned around the walls of the hall. We felt as we had watched both pregnancies that we were part of these children’s family. Limited conversation could be held with the seating arrangement so you either sat like a wallflower or got up and danced. Few people attended and many that did were elderly and no longer either able to dance or had no-one with whom they could dance. Consequently the dance floor wasn’t overly crowded and you felt as though you were doing a floor show as there was not the anonymity of numbers. It was not the done thing for any other man to ask a married woman to dance. Hence my husband’s presence.
On dance night I would dress in my finery and be ready to go to arrive on time. My husband lingered in front of the television and not until we were got to the point in the ensuing shouting which would cause irreparable harm did he move. But then he had to change. Slowly. Eventually, already an hour late we would be in the car on our way. Again slowly. I could swear that my husband did not exceed more than 40 kilometres an hour the whole way despite it being a country road with a 100 km speed limit. Even at 40 kms/ hour arriving at our destination inevitably occurred.
“You go in. I just want to hear the end of the cricket” my husband would say as he chose to linger even longer in the stationary car to avoid having to dance.
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Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist) 
Lingering in such a setting is most understandable.
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Too true
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My gawd they can be irritating creatures! Lovable as they are 🙂
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Too true. 🙂
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I would’ve had to kill him. No-brainer. 😉
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I came jolly close. Instead I learnt to dance as a man and then told him not to come. 🙂
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Must’ve frustrated him not to be able to frustrate you by sitting watching the telly. 😀
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His relief was palpable. He did express feelings of guilt prior to each event but was happy I went alone.
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You know, Irene, despite the thousands of miles between us, we have husband that are alike. When I’m ready to go some place, it’s because I want to get there on time. My husband will say he’s ready but then has three or four things he thinks he has to do before he leaves. Yet, while I was getting ready, he was sitting around doing absolutely nothing. Sound familiar? ;D
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Very. I think the biggest challenges in a marriage are the differences in beliefs on arrival time and driving technique. If you can cope with those you can cope with anything. 🙂
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This post made me think of one of my favorite songs from the Cranberries so I thought I’d share…I hope you enjoy it IW.
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I’d never heard of the Cranberries Dysu. Thanks for the introduction. A great song to go with the post. Cheers IW
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