The workings(?) of the male brain...

Did you ever wonder just how a man’s brain works? Now they say women are the gathers and men are the hunters. The thought is that women go out and we take it all in; looking at everything, surveying our choices and collecting what we need or might need or can somehow possibly use in some way at any point in time. Men go out, get just what it is they set out to get and return with just their intended goal, frequently oblivious to all other surroundings.

I had coffee with a friend a few days ago and we were talking about these differences and it reminded me of a funny story.

Several years ago, I was planning my wedding. We were going to have an outdoor ceremony and I had found a wonderful old iron arbor that we would use to exchange vows under. I had spent the better part of a weekend cleaning it and giving it a fresh coat of paint to spruce it up for the event. That Monday, I was home from work, so I managed to drag the two very large pieces in from the yard, down the hall and into our bedroom. I’m sure I must have look like some sort of contortionist as I made attempts to get both piece standing with no ground to push them into for stability. Trying to keep these heavy, awkward iron pieces from scratching the wall I used every muscle I could to hold the two pieces together while attaching them to each other with some wire.

After it was in place, I wanted to see what it would look like decorated for the ceremony. I draped some silk ivy over the top and down each side. I wove some wide blue ribbon through the openings and then I hung word charms all around the arbor.

Amazingly, I had the whole thing finished before my future hubby came home from work. Now, there it sat, against the wall across from the bedroom door. It stood at least 6 ½ feet tall and about 4 ½ feet wide. It was dressed up all pretty and ready for display.

I worked on the project for a great deal of time and I had given a lot of attention to all the details. I was brimming with anticipation as my intended walked down the hall and into the bedroom to change out of his work clothes. I stood out in the living room waiting to hear his reaction.

Silence.

There he was walking back down the hall towards me asking about dinner.

WT#!!!!!???

So I say to him… “I think you missed something”

He checks his fly to make sure he zipped himself up and looks down at himself making sure all clothing is where it belongs.

Looking at me with that blank “What do you mean” look on his face, I point back down the hall and say “Go back into the bedroom”.

This time I follow him. As we stand in the room he looks around and holds out his hands as if to say what am I missing.

In amazement I point to the arbor. He chuckles and says sarcastically, “It’s not like it’s 7 feet tall or anything”.

Now I have a greater understanding of how he can walk past the sock on the floor 10 times and not see that it needs picked up and put into the laundry basket. The down side is he falls back on the 7 foot arbor as an excuse any time I have expected him to see/do something.