My husband doesn't have any concept of time. Not the minute to minute, hour by hour time. But the months & years time. Often he will relate a story to me when I not only have to say, sorry wrong girlfriend, but inform him that it was indeed not 3 years ago when he went to Penticton, but more than 16.....the number of years we have been together. His reply: Hmmmmm, I suppose it was.
The other day I purchased new coffee and end tables. Love them, they look fantastic.......much more modern than the last set and with legs that properly support the top of the table. We bring them in, set them up and proceed to take the old ones apart. I tell him that the coffee table is unrepairable and it can be chopped up and burned (it has already been repaired multiple times by the hubby, previous to it's demise). He says to me with a rather indignant tone: Why not chop up and burn the end tables, too? No, I reply, they are perfectly fine (hideous, but functional) and besides our son can use them when he goes off to college. Why bother, he says, you will probably just buy new ones again closer to when he moves out and he can could have the ones you just bought.
Now, I don't know whether to take this as a dig that I bought new tables or that he thinks the large table is actually still in good repair and I just wasted $400. But then it comes to me.....he has once again lost track of time. So I fill in the details with my reply: These tables are almost 16 years old, dear. That would make our son 30 by the time I get another set and I hope to God he is not still living at home with us!
We have had them for almost 16 years??????
He really has no concept of time.
GermanG
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