Paul Richardson: It's a happy little delusion

The good wife has a happy place. It is not so much of a physical location as a state of mind. 

Part of her happy place can be accessed on a specific channel of our satellite provider where you will find her focused on the television every Saturday morning and often on a day of the week when a group of episodes are highlighted. 

This happy place is visited by a mass of people, and I would dare say that most are women following the leadership of the one that I prefer to reference as their “cult leader”.

She has never met her guru face to face although she has made several attempts to be in the right place at the right time. It is fortunate, or perhaps unfortunate, that there is a physical location and it’s quite popular nationwide and possibly worldwide. 

In my travels escorting the good wife back and forth to this location, I often see groups of women that have made the pilgrimage, but I also see other men, presumably husbands or subservient partners, who like myself have accompanied their own followers. 

This is probably done in part to bring enjoyment into the lives of the followers, or at least chalk up some points on the old score board. The other possibility is that it is done out of fear. Fear that if they don’t accompany the follower, the follower might just stay there and never return home. If they didn’t attempt to ever leave the promise land and return home, we would miss them. 

By the way, you might chalk up a lot of points, but I found out that you can never redeem them. They are like possessing S&H Green Stamps in the 2021. They are a unique and clever little oddity, but of no value.

I don’t want to sound too negative about this obsession, as I have benefited greatly from its existence. Not only have I benefited, but many friends, acquaintances, passers-by, and even people that have been contracted to install items or to complete construction duties on our house. 

The good wife will feed anybody and everybody. She was always a good cook, even bordering between above average and great, but this obsession has really improved her game. Due to her upgrade in technique, utensils, tools, and the expansion of her repertoire, the net effect is a furthering of my fleshing out experience.

And so, the good wife continues in her happy little delusion, holding on to her obsession with a death grip. All the while, I continue to provide transportation services back and forth to the promise land where she can sample the fruits from the mother tree. 

It’s not a bad gig, and I am sure that the object of her obsession is fine, upstanding individual, who hasn’t attempted to lead the followers into any areas of concern but is assisting them in fattening up everyone in the household as if for further processing. 

I don’t know whether to be concerned or just lay back and be fat and happy, joining in the happy little delusion!