Okay, I had to think long and hard before posting this so as to not alienate other women who may not have been as lucky as I was to marry a geologist ;) I really dont think this was a real column, but its so much fun that I needed to share. And next time someone mentions how lucky I am that my husband puts up with me and the tons of needy animals on the farm Im just going to reply: Of course he does, hes a geologist! Dear Ann Landers: This letter, my first ever to an advice columnist, was sparked by your column about the geologists wife who asked, Are all geologists the very embodiment of all the virtues and qualities that are universally admired in humankind? Have they alone, of all the professions, achieved a state of grace far beyond that ever speculated by historys most hopeful philosophers and theologians? The answer is ABSOLUTELY! My father is a geologist. My three brothers and four uncles are geologists. Geologists are a different breed. They are wise, often strikingly handsome, kind to small children and animals, sensitive to the subtleties of everything around them, and when it comes to relationships, well, Mom, my three sisters-in-law, and my four aunts seemed always to have a serene, deeply satisfied look of complete contentment. If only I could have hitched up with one too. Signed, A Jealous and Bitterly Resentful Wife of an Engineer Ann Landers replies: Dear Jealous: Ive been swamped with letters from the lucky wives, daughters, husbands, mothers, and sisters of geologists. Theyve given me a real education, and made me feel a little jealous, too. Read on: Portland: Geologists ARE different. And I say Vive la difference! I thought maybe I was the luckiest woman ever to have been born, but I have found that other geologists wives have similar experiences. My geologist husband has more sensitivity and consideration than 10 normal men, selflessly making life safe, loving and meaningful for others. I am so lucky to have this man in my life! Denver: Ann, the best piece of advice you could pass along to your readers is this: if you cant be one yourself, do whatever it takes to associate with as many geologists as you can. My life has been rich, so meaningful, since I divorced the egghead engineer I was married to for 12 years. If I werent so ecstatic nearly all my waking hours, I would be in despair over all that wasted time. But in retrospect, I would have traded fifty years with Mr. Pocket-Protector for just a few weeks of the blissful existence I have with my big lovable rockhound. He has shown me all the richness that life holds. I spend hours just basking in the warmth of his vast knowledge of life, the universe, and everything. He has so much beauty and understanding. And hes always ready to share that gift. Hes able to explain the most incredibly complex concepts in a way that helps you understand, and makes you feel just plain good all over. And how can anyone be so perfect, yet so warm and sensitive to the needs of others? Think of the world we would have if everyone were a geologist!
Posted on: Sun, 06 Apr 2014 17:32:39 +0000
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