Odd how ideas spiderweb outword, sometimes at an amazing pace.

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I was remembering some things, from when my mother visited.  I had given her, to within my health allowance, unfettered access to command me.  She has never had this kind of access to me, or to the work of any man would be my guess.  There is a natural resistance, both to work and to obedience, if not just by men either.  There were a number of times were I saw pure amazement on her part.  Some of that may have been that I offered no resistance in the face of her requests, some of it was at what I could do irregardless of my condition.

I don't think women understand how much horsepower a man can offer, few of them have seen that unbridled.  If for good reason.  Like anything else, there is a limit to how much and to the life of the machine sum total.  Women would use a man up in years if he gave himself to her work whims added to the demands of the world.  But too, a workhorse must be fed and maintained.  You don't just work an animal, whether a man or a horse, then simply unhitch and send away.  If you use the energy which would be used by a creature to tend itself, you must ensure that you balance the equation by caring for those needs.  My mother is better at that than most modern women, but she still has the impetuous capricious nature that is, to my mind, the majority of what it is to be feminine.  And I think that hate women get of men through various forms of love is... shared to all other men.  It's sort of... no, I won't use that analogy... didn't go over with the other half all so well last time.  In any case, working a man to death would be the crowning victory any woman would love to achieve.  And still they would see themselves as the victim!  Heh.

I was only able to release my constraints from, resistance to, her demands because she was reasonable and because I have not been hitched to a woman in some time.  My natural, or developed, resistance to feminine coercion has not been kept up to date.  Though too, I had much work to be done and could not use my own horse-flesh to those ends.  While I could and can work, if I do so I can't think well.  The reverse also being true, figuring out how to plan to do work, but plan perfectly enough that I wouldn't have to deal with... complications... was beyond me.  A complication while working does cause a stoppage in work, with a restart some time off.  Look to the drywall repair as an example.  That is a half day job, if you don't use something to speed the drying of the spackle for various coatings.  Every complication has led directly to a delay of days.  No, but she could think for me when I hit complications.

Yes, I think her amazement was twofold.  First that I didn't resist, second what I was able to do... with a little help.  I think it is the first time I have ever seen that sort of amazement on a woman's face.  Oh, I think I have amazed women before.  It's just that, in a relationship, to hedge control and keep it a contest, most women wouldn't show amazement if you sharted out gold nuggets!  No, they would ask why you didn't form it into an intricate necklace.  The games we play.  Oh, no, I won't say men are innocent, but... that part of it is not my problem.