A Walk in Paradise

This morning I found myself taking stock of all the adventures I have had in my adult life. Most recently, I have walked Broadway in New York from the depths of Ground Zero through the blaze of Times Square to the greenery of Central Park and the Upper West Side. I’ve hiked the historic streets of Washington DC, the white sand beaches of Kaanapali and Grand Cayman and floated in the mist under Niagara Falls.

While I am fortunate to have the means and opportunity to have gathered these vivid and treasured memories it was the mundane setting of the stacks of dry goods and produce under the grid of fluorescence at Cub Foods this morning that underscored their only common denominator.

It was there that I found myself flush with gratitude and good fortune as I watched my wife pluck a small jar of sea salt from the shelf.

Wise men know that no one bears the the scars of our existence more willingly or ably than our brides. I’ve always said “Show me a successful man and I will show you a man that married well.”

It is the dividends of a marriage to a wonderful woman, undeservedly so I might add, that make even the most prosaic activities a bounty to my being. I am in awe of the fierce but gentle love and concern she has for her brood and the tolerance she has for my foibles, not the least of which, my ego.

If I were King, she would be the crown that legitimizes my station.

As we walked the sterile isles of Cub, our over-burdened cart informing of the three at home, I realized how hard it will be someday when the littlest leaves the nest but at the same time looked forward to having her to myself again some day.

…and that is what I am thankful for this season.

22 thoughts on “A Walk in Paradise

  1. At this very moment I am watching my Beloved going from corner to corner in the nest applying Christmas ornaments and holiday decorations. Carefully selecting and placing them in Just The Right Place. We share a common blessing. Salute, Roosh.

    The Panthers just scored on the Packers. Life is good.

  2. Looks like Angryclown’s last post was censored. This one isn’t as funny, but maybe Comrade Roosh and the SitD Politburo will let it through.

    JRoosh said: “It was there that I found myself flush with gratitude and good fortune as I watched my wife pluck a small jar of sea salt from the shelf.”

    Forget the gratitude and flush the sea salt. Much more expensive than regular salt. And it’s kind of elitist for a Joe the Blogger type like yourself, n’est-ce pas?

  3. JRoosh, being the only one that saw Angryclown’s deleted sputum can assure our readers that Angryclown’s previous comments weren’t funny in the least.

    They can see for themselves that the above isn’t either.

    JRoosh finds it so sad that Angryclown suffers a debilitating inability to not comment despite having nothing intelligent or relevant to say.

    Furthermore, Comrade is a term of endearment among Socialists. JRoosh thinks Angryclown suffers from projection yet again as JRoosh is neither a socialist nor endeared to Angryclown.

  4. Heehee! Yes, don’t worry your pretty little heads. Comrade Roosh will do your thinking for you!

    You wanna go all Barry Manilow on SitD for Mrs. JRoosh’s approval, you should expect a certain amount of mockery. Skin’s pretty thin for somebody who lives in snow country!

  5. Looks like Angryclown’s last post was censored. This one isn’t as funny, but maybe Comrade Roosh and the SitD Politburo will let it through.

    Man, you’re a freakin’ baby. 99.99% of the time you get to spew your unadulterated crap without limitations. Get over yourself, will ya.

  6. Whatevs, DrabC.

    BTW, Angryclown also pantsed Roosh for his “Obammy” lie a little further down. The post seems to be hung up with the moderator. I’m sure he won’t spike that one too.

  7. Let’s see . . . Nov 30. Yep, I bet you hit your snark limit for 2008, angry clown. You can always try commenting over at kos. They may make you a guest editor!

  8. Very nice post JRoosh…I’m sure my husband would write that kind of thing too…if he had a blog….!

    AC’s comments…just sad.

  9. You wanna go all Barry Manilow on SitD for Mrs. JRoosh’s approval, you should expect a certain amount of mockery.

    That’s the thing about running the blog; we can “expect” exactly what we want . And yes,comments can disappear.

    They very rarely do – we’ve been through this – but we reserve the right.

    Skin’s pretty thin for somebody who lives in snow country!

    It think it’s fair to say “no, it’s not”.

  10. Mitch said: “And yes,comments can disappear.”

    Sure they can. So can your credibility.

  11. “”It think it’s fair to say “no, it’s not”. “”

    Well, you can say anything you want, doesn’t make it true. I think what we have found out over the last several weeks that it is so very thin, thin as an onion skin thin.

    Never used to be that way, though. But then you never used to jump off the deep end so often and then cry foul when you get called on it.

  12. What in the world are you talking about, Flash?
    AC is the thin-skinned one. I’ve made comments that got lost or rejected in moderation. You never heard me whine about it. Mitch is a conservative radio talk show host. He’s got to have skin like a rhino.
    And BTW, I’ve noticed no change in the tone of Mitch’s posts over the last four years. You should be specific if you are going to say that someone has jumped off the deep end. Which post?

  13. Sheesh, flash goes away for weeks and comes back with the same vapid crap (i.e. “this once great blog” “shot in the onion, etc.). Lucky for flash that Mitch doesn’t delete comments on the basis of tedium.

  14. New entry to the DFL/Leftyblogger dictionary:

    “Thin-Skinned (adj): When a conservative responds to a liberal in any tone that doesn’t imply kissing the lib’s butt.”

    “Thin-skinned” is an oldie-but-goodie I’ve seen some of the defectives in the local Sorosphere tossing around. Hello – I’ve been doing this for almost seven years; if I were thin-skinned, I’d certainly not have stuck with this.

    It’d be cool if people realized that when I respond at all, I’m either laughing with people or at them – but it’s not that important.

  15. Well, you can say anything you want, doesn’t make it true.

    Do tell, Mr. “Scaifenet”…

    cry foul when you get called on it.

    Er…what have I “gotten called on?”

  16. I’ve measured the pelt I have on my sidebat trophy case, and can definitively report that Flsuh’s skin is thin…motley too.

    That is all.

  17. Hey Moonbat Swiftee, I’d measure your pelt, but the stench was so bad I had to toss it out to the vultures They didn’t even want it.

    = = = =

    “”cry foul when you get called on it.

    Er…what have I “gotten called on?” “”

    I can’t, you’ve made it clear that no one can discuss family or career on your blog . . well, unless it is you doing it, and when someone responds, your onion skin gets punctured and you claim foul

  18. “”Lucky for flash that Mitch doesn’t delete comments on the basis of tedium.
    “”

    No, their deleted or modified base on their truth and accuracy. The controllers of the que would hate for you to actually see something that contradicts from the ScaifeNet memes being so dutifully pushed

  19. No, their deleted or modified base on their truth and accuracy. The controllers of the que would hate for you to actually see something that contradicts from the ScaifeNet memes being so dutifully pushed

    Lucky for you, they aren’t deleted for spelling. Hey! Aren’t you like, you know a teacher?

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