Mixed Marriage: Book Wise and Street Smarts

My husband would be the first to agree that I have a higher IQ than he does. But what does a high IQ matter in the real world - especially when reality dictates that we live in the real world? A high IQ means one thing: that one is skilled in the art of taking IQ tests. In school, I got higher grades. Probably could have been higher if I had put a bit more effort and a whole lot more time into studying, but that ship left the dock quite awhile ago.The captain of the Titanic probably had a high IQ. If Hubby had been driving, that ship would still be in the business of ferrying people across The Pond and skillfully navigating around the icebergs.

I would be the first to admit that I would be lost without Hubby. Literally. I would still be driving around in circles, trying to figure out how to get from Crescent Road to Radisson Avenue.What does it matter that I scored in the 99th percentile of the Canadian Tests of Basic Skills every year in elementary school if I get lost crossing the street?

Before we were married, he told me how lucky he felt that I agreed to marry him. A would-be teacher and a truck driver -- woulda thunk it? My room mate from university married a  pastor with a PhD from Cambridge. He has been a professor at several universities, written a dozen text books and is on the international team that studies the Dead Sea Scrolls.  She has moved with him across the Pond and back several times. Good thing she didn't have to count on him to navigate the plane. They would still be circling New Zealand, and he wouldn't have noticed until they saw penguins that they weren't over the Atlantic anymore. My Hubby hasn't even read the book that I wrote, but at least he never steers me wrong. He has Street Smarts. I still haven't figured out how to get to Sesame Street.

What Have I Accomplished Today?

Note that I did not ask "What Have I Done Today?" For me, those two lists often have no correlation. Although technically, my occupation as a Professional Hypochondriac does not hold me accountable to actually accomplish anything in a day, I do seem to find a lot of things to occupy my time. At the end of each day, I am exhausted; but when I think of what I have done all day, I realized that I have accomplished relatively little.

If anyone is reading this, and you are unfamiliar with my description of my occupation as a Professional Hypochondriac, your unfamiliarity is probably due to the fact that I have not published that book yet. And I won't be able to publish it until I finish writing it. Aye, there's the rub.

Speaking of Shakespeare, or to be more accurate, writing of him -- quoting him actually: I don't know what the "rub" is, or why that phrase is a saying that has meaning to you, my dear reader, if you are in fact reading this. (If you are not reading this, that means I am only talking to myself, in which case you may be doubting my sanity. I have no doubts about my sanity -- I lost it years ago.)

What was I writing about when I so rudely interrupted myself? Oh yes, the rub. I won't be able to publish my book until I have finished writing it. Why is it so difficult for me to finish doing anything? Laziness, lack of focus, lack of accountability, the lack of water in my glass. . .

I could go on and on, and I generally do; but every once in a while I really should finish something and post it. The End.