It is important for men to remember that, as women grow older, it

becomes harder for them to maintain the same quality

of housekeeping as when they were younger.

When you notice this, try to show some understanding.

My name is Wayne, and let me relate how I handled the situation

with my wife, Beverly.

When I retired a few years ago, it became necessary for Bev to get

a full-time job along with her part-time job, both for extra

income and for the health benefits that we needed.

Shortly after she started working, I noticed she was beginning to

show her age.

I usually get home from the golf course about the same time she

gets home from work.

Although she knows how hungry I am, she almost always says she has

to rest for half an hour or so before she starts dinner.

I don't yell at her.

Instead, I tell her to take her time and just wake me when she

gets dinner on the table.

I generally have lunch in the Men's Grill at the country club, so

eating out again at night is not reasonable. I'm ready for some

home-cooking when I hit that door.

She used to do the dishes as soon as we finished eating, but now

it's not unusual for them to sit on the table for several hours

after dinner. I do what I can by diplomatically reminding her

several times each evening that the dishes won't clean themselves.

I know she really appreciates this, as it does seem to motivate

her to get them done before she goes to bed.

Another symptom of aging is complaining. For example, she will say

that it is difficult for her to find time to pay the monthly bills

during her lunch hour.

But, boys, we take 'em for better or worse, so I just smile and

offer encouragement.

I tell her to stretch it out over two or even three days. That way

she won't have to rush so much.

I also remind her that missing lunch completely now and then

wouldn't hurt her any (if you know what I mean).

I like to think that this is one of my strong points.

When doing simple jobs, she seems to think she needs more rest

periods.

She had to take a break when she was only half finished mowing the

yard. I try not to make a scene. I'm a fair man. I tell her to fix

herself a nice, big, cold glass of freshly squeezed lemonade and

just sit for a while. And, as long as she is making one for

herself, she may as well make one for me, too.

I know that I probably look like a saint in the way I support Bev,

and I'm not saying that showing this much consideration is easy.

Nobody knows better than I do how frustrating women get as they

get older, but, guys, even if you just use a little more tact and

less criticism of your aging wife because of this letter, I will

consider that writing it was well worthwhile.

After all, we are put on this earth to help each other.

Signed,

Wayne

EDITOR'S NOTE:

Wayne died tragically on March 1st of a perforated rectum.

The police report says he was found with a Callosa extra

long 50-inch Big Bertha Driver II golf club jammed up his rear

end, with barely 5 inches of grip showing and with a sledge hammer

lying nearby.

His wife Beverly was arrested and charged with murder.