Tuesday’s Wandering Thoughts

My wife said, “I’m going to wear my blue sweater that I wore the other day, but I think you can see through it in the sunlight.”

I answered, “You can.”

“You could see through it?”

“Yes.”

“You could see through it but you chose not to say anything?”

“You’re very fashion aware. It’s a loose knit sweater. I thought you knew.”

Eyes rolling, throwing her hands up, she stormed off. I shrugged, guessing, I must be the asshole for not saying anything, and then reflecting on the entire process one more time.

We didn’t stay angry long; after being together for over fifty-two years as friends and everything else, we don’t stay angry. Act out or vent, move on. She came out, ready to go. She wasn’t wearing the blue sweater in question but a light blue sweater. I said, sincerely, “You look nice.”

She grinned at me. “Not see through?”

“Totally opaque,” I replied.