IT'S ONLY BECAUSE SHE HASN'T SEEN IT

That I don't have this sign. My wife is the she in the title.

I moan. About far too many things. I mean there are some things worth moaning about. But some of the ones I choose are really sad.

Who else has miniature tantrums over hangers? Clothes hangers. But why can't they simply make one good clothes hanger? Why are there so many varieties that get tangled when I remove a shirt? One hanger fits all: requirements--make it padded not to leave bumps on my shoulders; make it versatile enough to hang a pair of pants on if needed; finally, allow the hanger to be hung in one direction only--that is, no spinning around. That's all it takes. And if you, Mr. HangerMaker want to charge an arm and leg for it, go ahead. Since gas is expensive, I can see where you need to make a profit, too.

Stoplights is my other, among still others, angst-causers. My wife has to explain to me on a weekly basis that we live in a large city:thus, more traffic, thus more traffic lights. But what I don't get is why I sit at the head of the line so many times. How do I constantly miss going through the fading yellow?

Keep in mind, I've been retired a few years now. Why do I have to be someplace, any place at a given time. Even church. We have so many people at our church that show up late, why can't I? Simply, because I'm not built that way. I'm a punctual, time-honored dude who shows up early. And expects to leave on time. Anything else is upsetting.

So there you have it from a punctual moaner. But tomorrow, no today, I'm going to try to show a little grace to the not punctual, not complain bitterly about red lights and try to get over my hanger annoyance.

And I'll get back to you to report when I've made progress. You don't need to wait with baited breath or cancel any activity. I'm sure it will be a huge achievement for me. Eventually.