A couple of weeks ago when it was my birthday I organised for a friend to bring around a big eski (ice cooler) so people had something to put drinks in at my gathering that evening. As The Surfer and I were outside my son let my friend in and he came through the back room calling out, “Hi honey, I’m home!”. I replied with, “Hi honey, I’m out the back.” The Surfer also knows him and went to say hallo and when asked (jokingly, because they know each other) who he was The Surfer said he was the Man of the House.
I teased him about it later and he said that even though it’s not his house he was marking his territory or making his space because it had been ‘invaded’ by another man. I felt kind of chuffed that he felt he needed to mark his territory, ie me. As he said it’s a male thing like a dog weeing in a spot to let other dogs know that it’s been there.
I wrote this using three words I picked out as part of my life coaching exercise, ie man, house, space. As soon as I wrote them down I knew what little tale I was going to tell.
I’ve been fairly good with doing my nightly (four times a week) writing exercise but there have been a couple of mornings where I’ve woken up having completely forgotten to do it. I’ve a few rough drafts waiting in my blog to work up a bit so we’ll see how we go. I tell you what, it would be a good fallback if you were silly enough to to NaBlPoMo like I did once.