Yesterday my boss returned
to work after a freak accident over the past weekend left him concussed and a
bit fractured. He’s such a good guy – it
was good to get his spit and fire back in the work place, not to mention a
first Friday compadre.
I finished the second coat
of paint for Buddy’s “room” just in time.
He does not like dwelling in the upstairs room. He never barks when I leave for work but
yesterday he was in high voice as I was leaving. I think there’s a little too much stimuli up
there for his hypersensitive tendencies.
His normal basement space is almost like a sensory deprivation chamber
once the lights go out. I have
definitely upset his “kwan”. His cage was the one thing I moved back into place
this morning before I left for work.
When I return from work each
day I find myself sucked into the time consumption vortex that is the 2000
piece puzzle. I sit down just for a few
minutes to fit in a couple pieces. I
look up and notice the sun has set and I’ve lost almost and hour and a half. I’ve
got all the easy parts done and am wading through all the foliage and sky. I’m stubborn enough that I’m not going to
quit but it’s all about pushing the clock to kill the quiet time that I know I’ll
miss a little when she’s back.
Conundrum.
I’ve written before that I
really don’t pay a lot of attention to my attire; something that drives my wife
to absolute distraction at times. In her
absence I’ve been charged with choosing my own outfits each day. It speaks volumes about her residual effect
that I agonize a little bit each morning about whether she would approve or not
of my selections. This situation reached
its nadir this morning when I looked at what I had put on and decided I needed
to change my trousers because the colors didn’t go well with each other. I actually said out loud to myself – “You’re
such a girl!”
She’s scheduled to return in
eleven days however when we were talking last night I had to report the temperatures
were back in the 20s and there was a report of another snow storm next week (isolated
– OF COURSE – to the Worcester Hills!). When
you combine that with the fact that her beloved Carnivale just kicked off her
in home town for the next couple weeks I may have to hedge my bets. I may have to send her pictures of the
outfits I’ve been wearing in her absence to appeal to her sense of duty.
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