Yesterday morning Sandy and I sat by a living room window to read the paper and have our coffee. Just beyond the glass, on a patio chair cushion, a small creature was at rest in the weak sunlight. I kept looking at it, trying to decide if it was a spider or a large fly. To see a fly remain in one spot so long is uncommon. I wondered if I might be watching a fly in the process of dying. Not that it mattered much but I was curious enough to invest twenty minutes of observation.
I happened to mention it to my M.O.W., who immediately got up, opened the door, said “fly,” and smacked at it with a napkin. I watched the insect zip away safely, leaving behind a tiny dark spot on the cushion. My curiosity ended just short of going out to investigate the gift. For one thing, it was on the chair she sits in, next to mine.
It is my privilege to introduce a new niche market business. I hope you will all get behind this ambitious new enterprise and cheer on the owner/proprietor.
Please spread the word about:
COME RAIN COME SHINE
24/7 TOAD RESCUE SERVICE
“No toad has too many warts!”
Does she deserve a little love or what? I know she will appreciate your business.
I have a feeling I’m about to get the business too.
I kid about Sandy but I know you know that’s all it is. She does so many tasks around here that I don’t get around to because I’m writing and don’t want to have my concentration broken. Examples: I rarely answer the telephone, so she does. I literally never make reservations when we’re going somewhere, so she does. I never pay household bills. She does. If I need airline tickets, Sandy looks for best times, best prices, and buys them. If I need a new shirt, it appears in my closet though some sort of magic. Or else Sandy’s doing it. Wrinkles in my shirts suddenly disappear via the same mysterious process. Weeds also disappear from our patio. I have no clue how that happens. Only yesterday she bothered my concentration with the sound of her shop vac on the patio.
Last week part of a hackberry tree in our back yard fell over. It had been trying not to die for a while but finally gave in to illness and wind. I looked at it with sadness. Sandy looked at it with sadness, too, but also started making phone calls. This week we’ve had four firms come to the house to make bids. The high bid was six times more than the lowest one. Sandy came home from work or stayed home from work to meet and talk with each one. I was busy writing.
Did I mention that Sandy manages our gift store and works there five or six days a week? Of course I do my part. I stop by on Wednesdays at noon for twenty or thirty minutes to do some back office work. Exhausting. Sandy also did all these things during her career as a high school guidance counselor. She was a dynamite counselor! I can’t take her anywhere without being bothered by her fans when I’m trying to concentrate on a story in my head. She’s inconsiderate that way.
Well . . . I wasn’t sure you were aware of some of the things I have to put up with around here. I look forward to your sympathy. From time to time it occurs to me to thank my wife for saying, “Yes.” I think she has earned that.
P.S. Honey, I love you.
I hope you’ve had a good week. I didn’t get as much written as I’d thought I would but it was still a productive five days and I think I can wind up the long story by the end of next week. That would give me a head start on the new project I mentioned. Plus I got the blue ribbon and received all those clever poems and good wishes. My thanks to all for that! Sandy worked it out so she could get away to Chicago so it’s on for the award ceremony. I’m very grateful to her for that. I’m finally going to be there for one of these things.