The Martian and the Marriage

Survived the endocrinologist. Wasn’t poked in the throat with a needle, thank all the heavenly hosts of heaven. Looks like I’m in for some watching and waiting. Thyroid, heal thyself, is the hope of all, Me especially. To put everything in perspective I afflicted myself by finally watching the Martian.

Matt has been on my case to watch this movie for what feels like a century. He, you see, likes watching movies and this is the kind of movie in particular that he loves–interesting, suspenseful, interesting.

It’s one of the deep great sadnesses of our marriage that I hate all movies, but most especially movies that are interesting and suspenseful. Hate. Them. With the exceptions of Usual Suspects. That’s the only movie I have ever endured without wanting to die that was both Interesting and Suspenseful. If I have to watch something–and why would I want to do that when I can just go to sleep or stare into the blank abyss of tomorrow, isn’t reality enough to deal with, don’t we have enough drama in politics and just getting through the day–it should be short clips of funny insightful people talking, or British people dressed up in fancy outfits. That’s it.

The Martian doesn’t have any British people in it at all. And, while there were some funny moments, on the whole it made me even less desirous of knowing about the sky, and all the planets and stars, if that was even possible. I don’t have very good eyesight, and so I can’t see stars and birds. Plus I’m am not possessed of an adventurous spirit. If Mr. Columbus had asked me to get in one of his boats to just sail out and see what there was, I would have said a firm and convicted no. Likewise, if someone comes along and asks me if I want to go look at Mars, or anywhere like that, I will happily leave my place to another.

My boys, though, I think they might sign up, except that it looked like a lot of work–surviving by working really hard and knowing stuff. I think if they could just wear the suit and be awesome, they would be right there ready to go.

So, I watched it. Which means I have earned back some of the pile of marriage points that have been lost by being sick. Marriage, of course, is just like Christ and the Church. And that means very careful accounts of how you stand with both God and your husband. Is he doing more? Can I get him in my debt? I’ve been lying around spending all my marriage capital with no real way to build it back up.

That was a little joke. Of course you shouldn’t rack up points in marriage. What an appalling thing even to suggest.

And now I will go do something else super sacrificial, like turn on the hot water pot so that he can have some coffee.