I have learnt, over the past decade, to be… judicious… in what sort of pretty inspirational type messages to share with my husbean.
Because he is a beautiful soul, attached to a relentlessly analytical mind, encased in a web of straightforwardness.
Yesterday, for instance, without thinking much about it, I mentioned to him how I enjoy the whole package of the idea “Fall Down Seven Times, Get Up Eight” (nice poster here).
He thought about it for a moment. Then he went a bit quiet. I figured he was mulling it over and enjoying it.
Then he said: “….I think it’s a plus one problem.”
Me: “Come again?”
Him: “A classic plus one problem. If you assume you were standing to begin with, then you’d only need to get up 7 times. It’s a plus one problem.”
Me: “It’s not a… the math isn’t the… let the poetry breathe baby. Just let it breathe.”
You should see him when he’s working on one hand clapping.
ETA: Another friend just pointed out “It’s not a ‘plus one problem’ it’s an ‘edges versus nodes counting problem’. Tell him that.”
I am only friends with romantics. 🙂