It happened again last night. I have sworn on numerous occasions that I would never allow myself to get this angry nor be manipulated in this way ever again. But some things you can’t control. Instead, you must deal with individual situations when they present themselves.
The evening was quiet and things were going fine. I was preparing dinner, even whistling as I seasoned a steak I planned to grill.
A glass of wine would be nice, I thought. That was the last complete concept I remember … until I regained consciousness. At that point, my hands were locked around the neck of my adversary. From the condition of the kitchen and breakfast nook, it had been quite a struggle — two overturned chairs, the bakers rack twisted and leaning on the kitchen counter. And wine … little puddles of a very decent red wine were scattered here and there.
The tussle went on for several minutes. With a super effort, I overcame my sworn enemy, but it was a shallow victory for I know there will be other battles. There are too many of them. They’re everywhere and they disguise themselves. Sometimes, you are in the midst of the confrontation before you recognize the opponent. And so it goes …
My final comment on the subject is this — I hate childproof containers!
– Joe Shumock