I married a brilliant man, no common sense, but brilliant.

 

My husband John is a brilliant man, one of those rocket-scientist types.  We talk about asteroids and volcanoes.  He will watch a DVD on math and calculus for fun.

But, God love him, he has that selective memory many smart men have.  They know about physics and the elements table, but cannot remember where they left the car keys or how to set the sprinkler system.  

I had to go out, and during that time, John had to call an electrician. The man found the source of the problem, which was in my writing room.  To allow access to the outlets, John cleared away all sorts of folders, binders, and assorted works-in-process.

Consequently, I had been searching for stuff for days.  Most important among those items was the Christmas cantata music our choir was practicing.  

 Man.  I tore apart every possible spot, every logical location that he might have placed my music tote bag. 

Huzzah.  That which was lost has been found.  John put the tote bag in with all the other re-usable totes we keep, in a dark corner in the kitchen. 

His response when I found it?  “Really?!  In that corner?  That’s really funny!”

Funny?  Not funny.  However, John lives to teach another day. A + B, all the way. As a D + C person, I will try to choose something from my traits that can handle the A+B.

                                  

 

 Four quadrants of the brain

 

Guess which quadrants fit you?  Where do you think I would

find my comfort zone?