‘I told you so’ and ‘just you wait’
The bad thing about people who say “I told you so” or “you just wait” are often right.
I don’t like to admit that. Actually it pains me — very much like those times when Better Half and I are “discussing” something or other, and I think I’m right, and he thinks he’s right, and, lo and behold, it turns out he really is right.
That’s when I need one of those Alka-Seltzer’s going plunk, plunk, fizz, fizz in a glass of water.
The look on my face speaks volumes, of course, the wincing wife who must concede and acknowledge that her spouse knew what he was talking about after all.
I hate when that happens, but thank goodness it’s not an all-the-time occurrence.
That would really be annoying, not to mention detrimental to the state of our matrimony.
I was thinking the other day, though, about “I told you so” and “You just wait” comments I always heard — but ignored — whenever I mentioned through the years that I wanted to realize a lifelong dream and get a horse.
I would announce this from time to time around people who had a horse or horses or people who didn’t, yet were living completely normal, happy lives in spite of that.
Now how on Earth could that be?
To both groups of people I would vow the same thing.
I would say, if I had a horse, I would ride that horse every, single day — e-v-e-r-y single day — to make up for every single day — e-v-e-r-y single day — that I did not have a horse to ride.
And I mean it, I would add to that for emphasis, like a verbal exclamation point.
I was always very confused and curious — maybe an itsy bitsy tad naive, too — as to why people I knew who had horses did not ride every single day.
Boy howdy, not me, I thought to myself smugly.
I am in that saddle and on the trail, mister.
And then I got a horse.
First I was in a horse-boarding arrangement. It wasn’t like it was far away either.
But this thing called life — a terribly inconvenient thing at that — interfered.
Work. Duties. Other stuff. Weather. Wow.
I wasn’t riding every day.
“I told you so.”
“You just wait.”
The “experts” were weighing in.
Then I thought if I had the horses right by me, right out back, things would be different. Oh my yes.
I’ll show them.
It’ll be way more convenient. We’ll be cookin’ with gas, as they say.
Well, I have horses right by me — they’d nap on the living room couch if Better Half would sanction it — they’re right out back, just a spit away and guess what else is close at hand, relentlessly so?
But it’s all good.
I accept that a hobby can’t be a hobby all the time, especially when I’m mucking a stall or two, engrossed in the glamorous side of horse ownership.
But you just wait.
I am going horseback riding this weekend.
I told you so.
(Kiaski, a resident of Richmond, is a staff columnist and and community editor for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.)