I’m invited to a women’s dinner, themed “A Few of my Favorite Things” where we are all to bring five objects that describing us as am individual. An eighty plus friend of mine is so excited to have others know about her, she put her five selected items on her couch, ready to go, a month early! When I visited again a few days later most of the things were put away and new ones were out, each representing different facets of her uniqueness. There will be many attending and I ‘m imagining women all over my neighborhood trying to select ONLY five objects to feature their many peculiarities and also they’re wondering what surprises we’ll discover about each other.
When I mentioned the dinner’s theme to John he was he excited! The first thing he said, in response to, “So we’ll bring five of our most favorite things.” was; “I’M NOT GOING!”  But within minutes he was dashing around the house showing me things that SHOULD BE BROUGHT. Like a bayonet!?? An antique wrench! A member of his lantern collection!
“Are you saying I should take those?” I said. He looked at me like I was stupid, “No. Those are some of MY favorite things.” “Wow those are great.” I said,’ Now help me think of what I should bring.” This only caused a moments confusion as he mentally changed gears, then he said, “Let’s get back to the movie.”
Upon reflection, I might be attending a Dinner of Babel! Will each of us, me included, be so busy telling extended, very extended stories about ourselves that we don’t listen to the others? More likely we’ll do both at the same time. Women can do that. We could completely download our lives several times to various people within MINUTES, and still be able to report back later to our husbands, in great detail, all that was said by everyone else. Men would never successfully survive this environment so as sorry as I am I can’t take John as my favorite thing I’m glad for him.  nancymauerman.com