Thursday, 20 November 2014
That Perfunctory Hello/Goodbye Kiss and Holding Hands
I saw Kelsey Grammar on TV the other day, talking about his happiness with his 'new' wife and baby. Maybe this time it will last for him. Not easy to be this kind of celebrity. One thing I remember from the interview that stuck in my mind was him saying that he had been missing a 'real' kiss for so long in his previous relationship. This got me thinking: every morning when my husband goes to work, he kisses me goodbye. He has always done it - for 37 years and ditto when he comes home (I've always arrived home first). I noticed that his father always did it too. My dad tried: my mom was usually cross with him for some reason and would try to avoid it. Sometimes I've been surprised that I've got my morning Goodbye: there are times when I've forgotten to put the geyser on and he had a cold shower, and there are the times when I forgot to buy toilet paper/eggs/bread etc. Regardless and no matter how frustrated he might be, he always kisses me goodbye. I understand now that it means that no matter the hassles of ordinary everyday life, he still loves me, no matter what. It sets the tone for the rest of the day and allows for new beginnings. Besides it sometimes lasts for up to two seconds. That's not so perfunctory after all. What will we do when he retires? We'll have to make another plan. To digress slightly: I draw your attention to how many older couples hold hands in the street (and not just to steady each other). Have you ever noticed how sensitive the insides of your palm are? Must be a lot of nerve endings. Delicious and intimate. Well, that's my thought for the day.