SEVEN WINE GLASSES SIT ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER.

Three dozen additional wine glasses, exactly like those on the counter, sit in a cabinet nearby.  Most of them haven’t seen the light of day or a sip of wine for several years. 

One of us, who shall be known as the Tosser, suggests that we gently wean the collection.  The other, who shall be known as the Keeper, won’t.  Wean the collection, that is.  You never know, says the Keeper, when we might need almost four dozen matching wine glasses.  And we must be prepared.

The Tosser suggests, quietly but thoughtfully, that if we suddenly find ourselves in need of that many matching wine glasses, no one, and I mean absolutely no one, is going to give a fig if those wine glasses are made of plastic, paper, glass or crystal.  Or if they even bear any resemblance to one another. At such time, she added, I can promise you that there will be bigger issues at stake.

Ah, but hold on just a second, says the Keeper.  Let’s think about this a little more.

And so the dance begins. 

It’s a dance we’ve done before.  Many, many times over the course of our 63 years of marriage.  Experience tells us it will all end on a happy note.

The status of the wine glasses is, of course, yet to be determined.  In the meantime, we’re having fun just doing what we’ve always done.  So many times.  We know the steps, the song’s the same.  May it stay that way for a long, long time.