"She said she considered her main job to be distracting and soothing her husband and making sure the children were in a good mood when the leader of the free world got home. She did not see herself as an Eleanor Roosevelt, wanting to pester him about some pressing political matter.
'I remember I said it in an interview once,' she recalled, 'and all these women — we got all these irate letters — someone said, ‘Where do you get your opinions?’ And I said, ‘I get all my opinions from my husband.’ Which is true. How could I have any political opinions, you know? His were going to be the best. And I could never conceive of not voting for whoever my husband was for.'”
Well, in case you didn't know, my household operates on the same principles, apart from the fact that in the last election, three of us (my eldest son had come of voting age) voted for three different candidates.
Now, if you'll excuse me for just a moment, I think my wife is calling, and I'll continue with this blog entry in just a moment . . .
"Yes, dear. Coming, dear. I'll have the garbage out in a moment, dear . . . .
"The dishes, dear? Of course, dear. Sorry, dear . . . .
"What have I been doing for the past hour? You remember, dear, I promised to train the dogs. No, dear, honestly. Come and see how obedient they've become. Really, dear, remarkable how they listen to me . . .
"Winnie, sit! . . . .
Moments later, he could be heard singing "Camelot! Camelot! . . .," as he removed the trash.
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