Today, MY HUSBAND is 60 years old. There---I’ve admitted it,
I’m a cradle robber. [ (That is if two year olds can go around robbing cradles—but
I digress.) (That’s one of the things we have in common, btw)].
I asked him the other day if he would like a card for his
birthday, or the $6.99 plus tax it was going to cost to buy one. I love him,
and he’s worth $6.99 plus tax, but c’mon, for a card? There is one other thing
though. Did you ever notice when buying a “Spouse” birthday card, that all the
good things it can say about the recipient is who they are in relationship to
you?
“You’ve been there for ME”
“You always support
ME”
“All the things you
do for OUR family”,
or the trite, “You
help ME out with the cooking”
What the What? I don’t
even want to know I have a kitchen in
my house. If there is one, I want to pretend it’s Hazel Burke behind that closed door.
Even cards to “My Son/Grandson” say something along the line
of how proud they are of the Man you’ve become. A standalone person, not just a
spawn. But try finding a “To my Husband” card with the same sentiment.
Growing up Catholic, there is a tradition, (Well there are
many traditions, but I digr.....you get it) ahem, there’s a tradition where, whenever
you visit a Catholic Church you’ve never been to before.(This is where Jim
would write “Wow, I didn’t even know there is a Saint Ralph, did he get canonized
for his bus driving or his bowling?) As I said, when you go to a Catholic
church you’ve never been to before, you get three wishes. All my adult life,
they’ve been the same three. “Find a good job, lose weight, have a boyfriend”.
The last one we can scratch off, the 1st two are eternal.
Throughout my tearful late 20’s early 30’s I had a very
specific list of qualifications for said boyfriend. The inspiration was from
the little know prelude to the song, “Smoke gets in your eyes” from my 2nd
favorite movie “Roberta:
“Lovely to look at, delightful to know, and
Heaven to kiss,
The combination of this, is a
most impossible scheme come true, imagine
Finding a dream like you”
And to this I added that he had to be a “good man”.
A Good Man, in Yiddish, is a Mensch. Jim is a Mensch. (Not to be confused with his
little chum Fred who is a Goodman, but also a Mensch.) Anyone who has ever played in a Softball team
with him, knows Jim is fiercely Loyal. It would take A LOT for him to miss a
game. I often equate him to Charlie Brown, standing on the mound in the pouring
rain, mitt in hand, saying “It’s not that bad”. The current M Street
commissioner lives out of town part of the year and leaves it up to statistician
Sully to decide if a game should be called. Mark, you’d have better luck making
the call from Florida.
Jim isn’t a “phone” person, and don’t even mention texting
or tweeting to him. So, apart from Facebook, he doesn’t communicate with
friends and family members much. That doesn’t mean he is any less of a good
relation. He just doesn’t do the daily triad reporting I do with my siblings.
An only child, if there are any faults, Jim believes Compromise is “just a word
for letting the other fella get his way”. But if you ask him to do you a favor,
he’ll be there with bells on (insert wisecrack imagery). He is NOT a fan of Hospitals, yet when his 2nd,
or 3rd Cousin Dorothy was in a Nursing home, and had no other
relatives, Jim visited with her, making the 30 minute each way ride every week.
He also made sure the feral cats she had been feeding were taken care of.
He likes animals---but doesn’t think baby animals are cute---unless
on Youtube doing some dumb kitten learning to be cat thing. He won’t kill bugs
or mice, rather releasing them outside, even after HIS WIFE got cellulitis
around her eye from a spider bite. –CUE SECONDARY YIDDISH EXPRESSION.
I refer to our home a “Luftmensch
Manor”. From what I can gather, a
Luftmensch is still a good man, but somewhat of a “penniless fool”. His desire
to good exceeds his common sense or his ability to do so.
The 1st time this example was shown to me, was
about a month after we met, I was going to Ireland for a week to visit my brother
at University there. He offered me a ride to the airport---no one had ever done
that---what a mensch---but when my flight home got switched to an evening
arrival, he picked me up even though his car did not have working headlights.
He couldn’t afford to get them fixed because he spent his check on a Vet’s bill
for an abandoned cat he found. Ahhh…Luftmensch—he’s endangering my life, but he
helped that cat he found!!!
He is also a loyal die hard Boston sports fan, at least in
between games, while watching them, he can tend to be a little, shall we say,
bossy, towards our television, most notably a recent football game.
He rarely gets angry at people, and if he takes his anger
out, it’s usually on inanimate objects, like punching a door off its hinges
because he had a tooth ache. Or, when the new Selectric typewriter I bought him
wouldn’t cooperate and I found the pieces of a kitchen chair in the back yard.
“Why’d
you break the chair?”
“Because I was mad at the typewriter”
“So, why’d you
break the chair?”
“Because the typewriter is new”.
One day I came home and saw
some chocolate cake bits on the floor. It was July 1st. With a wife’s
intuition, I asked, “Did you kick a cake? ”….sheepishly he admitted he did, and
pointed to the Canada Day cake he had made and flung out into the yard after
beating it up. But he’s a Luftmensch, he had already made another cake, using
cups of powdered Slim Fast when he ran out of cocoa. (man, that cake was good,
if not very very fattening).
He doesn’t fancy babies much, because they can’t talk and
therefore he can’t reason with them. When they are older, he comes right down
to their level and he loves to play with them and they love to play with him.
May I repeat, he comes right down to their level. Never leave your children
alone when playing with Jim Sullivan. Pleas of “Uncle Jim, can I have some
sugar?” may result in a 5-pound bag being handed to your 4 year old.
Jim is also very very smart. How do I know this? He came in
second place on a Game Show on PBS, and PBS doesn’t even have a national game
show!! (any more). He’s tried out for the Original “Who wants to be a
millionaire” and if our phone button didn’t stick, he’d be on the show when the
1st million was won. He tried out for the daytime Millionaire in NYC
and did great, except for the personality part, after which he was sent home.
Buy hey, we’re not talking personality, we’re talking smart. He has tried out
for Jeopardy a few times, and he will get there someday if he can conquer their
odd online testing system. Meanwhile, he’ll
just answer most of the questions on TV, yelling at them when they don’t make
the right bet going into finally Jeopardy. “Not everyone can do math in their
head” I tell him. “Grrrr” he responds. Able to Count Cards, yet not doing it in
Vegas for fear of getting caught, it’s not illegal, but very frowned upon, so
he would be embarrassed if he got caught. See, Luftmensch.
He’s a talented, witty writer. But you know that. I am
blessed that through him I have been able to get to know you, some in person,
some in warm spirit. He was even asked by the daughter of a blogfriend from
across the pond, whom he had never met, to write an obituary because the mother
always enjoyed the way he wrote.
I could go on, about his deep spiritual beliefs, that he
doesn’t bite his nails, he only smokes in one room of the house and the car, that
the cashiers at the Stop N Shop love to flirt with him at 6 AM on a Saturday
morning, how he once, when cashed strapped used a Credit card to send some kids
to the Circus with the Jimmy Fund. Luftmensch. Good Man.
He may want to add some more stuff, because he’ll have to
edit this. I have no idea how to get this from a word document into a Blogspot.
I know one thing, next time, with more better stuff, because it will be written
by MY husband.
13 comments:
What a sweet, loving tribute to YOUR HUSBAND! I immediately thought of Dorothy when I began reading that very paragraph. YOUR HUSBAND brought her cat-loving soul to life for us.
And he made a Canada Day cake (or two)?? Be still my Canukian heart. :)
Happy 60th Birthday, Suldog. Wishing you everything you wish for yourself. But it sounds like you've already got the very best of that. <3
This was a joy to read! None of this comes as much of a surprise to me, after reading Jim's blog for several years now. But what I love most is that he found someone who was the perfect partner for him, who recognized what a good man he is. We all know what a good person and partner you are for him, from all of his posts, of course. Happy 60th birthday, Jim!
If I remember correctly, you have to be careful when you say nice things about the Suldog... or is it only when presenting him awards?
I already made my wish for a happy birthday over at f/b.
This post gets BACON
I couldn't wait to get here to read this!
It is wonderfully written with an insight about a guy we all know and love and a lovely insight into the woman behind the man. You two are perfect for each other....soul mates, for sure.
As I was reading, I could picture that kitchen chair being hurled across the yard. I smile. It's the typewriter's fault for being new...yet flawed. And, the game-show-loving and expert-playing Sully buzzing in ahead of the contestants ...astounded that answers from the TV weren't forthcoming.... I smile again. There are so many reasons we as his blogging friends love him. Among them is that he is honest and kind in each and every thing he says and does. We can count on him to be the real deal...no filters, yet his words are guided by love. He found the perfect soul mate, and I am so happy to call you my friends. I hope to meet you both one day.
Wonderful Blogpost, His Dear Wife. You are the smile in his eyes.
Happy birthday , Jim.
Hugs to you both.
Love,
Jackie
You are such a good writer too JIM'S WIFE! Love you both! Made for each other♡♡
Oh, my goodness (which, I admit, is not always all that I'd wish it were). . . this is wonderful. Thank you, Sully's WIFE, for this delightful peek behind the curtain.
I've got to say, that any conversation that begins with, "Did you kick a cake?" is pure bloggity gold. . .
Happy 60th to the Birthday Boy, and many happy returns of the day to all the denizens of Luftmensch Manor (you think that's gonna just fade quietly away, don't you? Hahahahahahahahahaha. . .)
Happy birthday my dear dear son. I wish I had the way with words both of you do. You definitely didn't get that talent from me. I love you both dearly and hope to see you soon to celebrate in person. The eclairs ar bought and waiting!!!!!!!
Happy birthday Jim! I love this post. I can see further proof of why you two are meant for each other. I must say too, that as your WIFE gets to know some of us, we also get to know HER. Well done! Much enjoyed!
Happy birthday! What a wonderful tribute....loved reading it! The both of you are blessed to have found each other....hugs
Beautifully written and a wonderful account of a man we all enjoy knowing from this blog. Many best wishes to you both. :)
A wonderful tribute, and i wish him many happy returns of the day.
Hey there Jim's WIFE! Well-written by you and well-deserved by HIM of course.
I can see what he loved in you and vice versa. Happy 60th to him!
having spent time with you, i can actually hear you saying these things and i am going to forward this to Ray who adores you and only pretends to like your husband in order to spend time with you .. ooops i didnt mean to write that or did i ...
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