Mafar and Holly Brown

        My wife travels to quilt shows with a lady named Holly Brown.  I like to think I’m Marfar’s best friend but a woman needs a lady best friend too.  

        I don’t know what they talk about when they ride down the road, but I am confident the subject of husbands must come up from time to time.  I can hear Marfar now.  “I cooked a nice tenderloin for the Quilt Guild and Tommy and those Neuse River Boys ate the whole thing after band practice. 

        Holly might respond, “I understand.  Matthew got off the tractor yesterday and washed off his boots in the tub.  Then he started singing ‘Red Clay Halo.’

        “Oh well, gotta love ‘em.”

        Holly is smart.  One thing I like about her is when I do something dumb I bet she helps Marfar figure out how to live with me rather than get shed of me.

        I go out on their trips every so often.  I sit in the back seat and play my mandolin, and they say it is more entertaining than the radio.  It’s about like a little boy going to the park on a summer day.  They drop me off at a local golf shop while they go to the show.  I can always get a game.  You can count on there being a grill where they have the best hot dogs in the South, and sometimes after the round I’ll hit a bucket of practice balls.  By the end of the day I’ve made a bunch of friends and all but joined the club.  At the appointed time I change shoes and wait in the parking lot.  Marfar and Holly don’t miss by more than five minutes.

        They drive me back home.  Sometimes I’ll fall asleep and they wake me up when we get there.  In my job, and much of my life, I’m always taking care of someone.  On those outings though, I am but a child in tow, and they take care of me.  Every time I’ve tagged along I’ve had a good day of it.  Even an old man enjoys a couple pretty ladies making a fuss over him and taking him to the park for the day. 

 Dr. B

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11 Comments on “Mafar and Holly Brown”

  1. junebugger Says:

    The ideal days of a married man…

    It sounds so peaceful.

    • drtombibey Says:

      Advice from an old man to the young: “If God is kind enough to send you the right woman have the good sense to hold her close.”

      Dr. B

  2. junebugger Says:

    Beautiful advice, sir, I’ll keep it well in mind! This is something I’m trying to work out in the (?)th draft of my manuscript–how to convince the reader that my heroine is the Godsent woman for the hero.

    • drtombibey Says:

      junebugger,

      If your heroine is loyal to her guy and loves him in spite of the fact he ain’t perfect even dumb guys will read your work to figure out the secrets.

      As long as your guy is loyal to you, works every day and what he makes he uses to take care of his people, and doesn’t have substance abuse problems, hold him close too.

      Here’s old Doc’s secrets and advice to a young woman:

      Laugh at his jokes, at least a little, even when they aren’t too funny. If they are offensive, tell him why in private.

      Act like your guy is the coolest cat around, even when he isn’t.

      Without being a doormat let him know you need him. If his impression is you could survive without him, but life is all the sweeter for having him around he’ll follow you anywhere.

      Let him be a little boy every so often, but make sure he knows all that freedom would vanish if you weren’t his only girl. You won’t have to make this point harshly; most guys know it without being told anyway. Women are great at being subtle. If you are thrilled to be his girl it isn’t likely he’ll look for anyone else anyway. If he does he is a fool.

      That is how my wife has treated me and we just celebrated year number 34.

      Dr. B


  3. Thanks for visiting my blog, Dr. B. I’ve stopped by this morning to check out yours. I don’t think I’ve known anyone who owns quite so many watches as you do. They give new meaning to the phrase “time is of the essence”!

    There are nurses and musicians in my family, although no doctors or bluegrass folk but it seems there are always interests to share among the writing community. I’ll be back to read more.

    Carol/Careann

    • drtombibey Says:

      Ms. Carol,

      I guess I’m about watches like they say some ladies are about shoes; a different one for every day.

      I appreciate you stopping by. I always enjoy the input from new readers.

      Dr. B


  4. Dr B
    Married life is wonderful. I get so much joy out of looking after Bruce, my husband. He does so much for me; I never feel I can show him enough what he means. You and Marfar have a beautiful bond and I love hearing your stories.

    • drtombibey Says:

      mssharon,

      You make a very good point, and one I did not entirely understand as a young man. Like many young dumb testosterone poisoned guys, I thought a ‘real man’ ought to be so tough he didn’t need to bother anyone with helping him.

      My wife liked it better if she could help me some, and as it turns out that made life all the sweeter. And the older I get the more I realize she helps me a lot.

      I still don’t get carried away with the notion, ’cause I don’t want to be a burden and I am somewhat independent, but even old Doc B has to agree it flatters me for her to think of me.

      Dr. B


  5. Everyone likes being taken care of sometimes. As someone who does indeed spend his life taking care of people – either physically or emotionally, depending on whether you’re a doc/musician/writer – you deserve to have some fuss made over you!

    • drtombibey Says:

      ms slightly,

      In general women are emotionally smarter than men. Like I told Ms Sharon, it took a while for me to give in and let her take care of me at times.

      Even though I am an independent old (O.K. just past middle aged) cuss I have to admit it ain’t so bad.

      Dr. B


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