"She figures if she talks non-stop for a minute or two Ill forget that she doesnt miss me, that Ill overlook the fact that she cant even for once fake it...."
it's hard to sleep in sweden
story by michael estabrook
Youd think the jetlag, and sitting all day long in a dark meeting room, and the six hour time difference would make sleeping easy in Sweden, but it isnt. Hard to say what it is, your biological clock maybe, but you simply dont sleep, youre up and down and rolling around in an uncomfortable bed with flat lifeless pillows thanking God for even a patchy paltry 3 or 4 hours of desperately needed rest. After three days, I call my wife. I miss her and maybe now after suffering in the void I have left behind shell for once for a change in our thirty year marriage actually miss me. I tell her I miss her like I always do and ask (Im a glutton for punishment), So do you miss me? Theres a lengthy pause, maybe shes chewing something or gathering her thoughts. Well . . . more pausing (my wife never lies, bless her heart, shes like Superman) Ive been real busy. Oh grand, she still doesnt miss me, some things never change. I tore up the carpet in my office. I just had to do it. The floor beneath is beautiful, unblemished, but Im really sore now. (She figures if she talks non-stop for a minute or two Ill forget that she doesnt miss me, that Ill overlook the fact that she cant even for once fake it Yes, of course, sweetheart, I do miss you, how could I help but miss you, and I cant wait for you to get back home to me. (Is that too much to ask, really, for a little truth-stretching? But not my wife. She has her principles after all, or something like that.)
And youll never guess what else, its so weird. Its 11 oclock at night in Sweden and still really light outside (maybe thats why I cant sleep). Its quiet, I can hear the clock on the boring hotel wall ticking my life away. For the first time ever I met one of my girlfriends out at a bar for drinks. Isnt that funny? I had a pina colada. OK, yeah, thats cool. Did she go out dancing too? But I dont want her to think Im jealous and petty. Yeah, ha, that is pretty funny, I say. Whats this world coming to, I wonder into the phone. I leave town for less than a week on business to put food on the table and keep a roof over our heads (as my Dad would put it) and my poor tee-totaler wife comes unglued, goes out drinking and renovates the house to impress me I suppose. Ha! Guess she does miss me after all.