Been awhile I know, but that only means I have a lot more to write about.
Had a native lady (and I use the term loosely) drive in the yard chauffeuring her brother around the country. They had come out our way to see the quarter of land he used to own... and they remembered Robt's parents as being kindly to him (basically he took them for stooges and used their equipment for free).
They came just after supper time...and she was the rudest most obnoxious person I have met in ages... maybe ever. She kept asking me to give her stuff, she wanted one of my benches...her reasoning was, since I had two I could give her one...then she wanted me to make her some chairs for her patio table...then she asked me for cuttings from nearly every plant in the yard...and they both asked if we had vegetables from the garden yet...they would love to have some lettuce....and finally she harassed Robt about giving her his grandfathers stool that he used to sit on in his work shop in Edmonton. It's a hundred years old and partially broken, it sits out under the covered part of the deck with a planter on it. She wanted it, it's broken she says you can't sit on it...you should give it to me...and Robt kept saying no but she wouldn't drop it. She insulted our dogs...in front of us, saying they were gross and lumpy and that we should get rid of them and get a new one... we gave them tea and cake on the deck...(thank God Robt never invited them inside) when they finally left...she sarcastically said in a Soto voice, THANKS FOR YOUR HOSPITALITY. After they drove out of the yard...I went inside and said to Robt..." does it make me a bad person if I have the over whelming urge to lock the doors and check my pockets...." . Not so oddly, he had the same feeling. We kept the gates to our yard locked for over a week. It was a pain in the ass but it made us feel somewhat more in control. Geesh, the nerve of some people....
Robt had a bad day last week...we had just bought some windshield wipers for our dodge Dakota farm truck and he went to the garage to replace the old ones...lifting the wiper arm away from the windshield, it is suppose to stay in place when it is brought perpendicular to the window....but after removing the old wiper , the arm snapped back into position against the glass and since there was no wiper part, just the metal bracket it snaps into....it broke the windshield...in a surprisingly spectacular way....and it is spidering out in a hundred different directions....Oh Dear.... Robt was in shock at it happening...and when he first came outside to tell me I didn't believe him...but when I saw for myself the damage....Damn....why does this shit always happen to us....hahahahaha Cost of a new windshield was not as much as we at first imagined it would be but 255. + install is bad enough...
Robt has had a head cold the past few days... and we had to cancel a dinner invitation because he was so poorly. I don't know what it is about men when they get sick...they act like little babies... Mine, just goes useless like a limp dish rag...he just sleeps, and heaves big sighs...moans and groans...and won't bother eating unless I make him soup and butter his crackers.
Oddly though when I get sick I still have to do the cooking, and I don't get time to lay in bed all day in peace, he's coming in and out of the house, asking where this or that is or using the phone and getting people on the other end to phone him back with parts numbers or prices and then leaves the house so that I have to answer the damned thing or at the least be woke up by the ringing.
When he was sick, I either quietly read in another room, or went outside to work and leave him in peace....
He was getting up during the night to blow his nose or cough up phlegm...and turns the overhead light on in the bedroom, runs the water in the en suite, opening and closing drawers and slamming the fridge door...and walking in his usual heavy way...waking me up at 3 am , then he falls back to sleep in a Tylenol stupor and I am awake the rest of night... By the third night the Murphy bed was looking pretty inviting...
So Friday night we had a dinner invitation with our friends who are about to leave on a 5 week road trip to Ontario to visit family, and I was looking forward to getting out and visiting with some one besides Robt after three weeks of near solitude. But at noon Friday he comes wandering into the house all tuckered out and limp again, says hes not feeling so great again and thinks we should cancel....What can I say....if he's sick he's sick...I was disappointed but shit happens right....
He calls and makes his apologies...for us not coming that evening...we had lunch then and after wards I expected him to go lay down for a rest...but he surprised me by saying he was going to go cutting hay...and he did...until 11 pm... so apparently he wasn't as sick as I was lead to believe...or he had a miraculous recovery over lunch.. Today it's raining cats and dogs and he wanted to go to his brothers...but I mentioned that he was still contagious and it wouldn't be good to go around spreading his germs... so we stayed home...
Really, do I look as stupid as he seems to think I am.
enough said....
I know you are all shocked right, my Robt, he's such a nice, kind, gentle guy...HA I will quote the old adage about a mile, and my shoes...
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