It’s Friday morning—and I’m home. I’ve taken the day off. I’m going to knock out the grocery run and housework, so that everyone gets a full weekend. Don’t feel that it’s a bad way to spend a day off. I always say, “I’d make a great housewife; I just want the paycheck too.” Trust me--House wives earn their keep ---several thousand $$ over. I love taking care of the house and being at home—and I never turn the TV on.
I have friends at work that ask—what are you doing this weekend? My pretty standard answer is take care of the house and be at home. Again – that’s what I like doing. With the exception of maybe dinner out and a shopping trip now and then, I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be. I’m not the “party animal” type. Family, quilting, gardening, biking, maybe reading a book. That’s me.
A few weeks ago we had trouble. My sewing machine went on the “fritz”. I didn’t panic. I did the usual—change the thread, give it a break, clean it. It still was acting up. It’s time to call in the hired guns—Don.
With all the patience in the world, he moved the machine to the kitchen counter and took it apart and got her back together with out a hitch. And no Valium was required on my part. I completely trust him with it. He knows how important it is to me.
We talked while he worked. We both agreed that we have things “we can’t live without”. The sewing machine is mine, and his treadmill is his. Yeah, he’s a guy that cable TV is not his top priority--- it’s close--- but the treadmill wins.
The sewing machine has been working like a charm ever since. Word of advice: Don’t use a can of air on your sewing machine unless you really know what you are doing….
He laughed and said his only complaint is that I drank a whole pot of coffee while he worked on it--- I smiled… and made him another pot.
1. The furnace purring.
2. 3 day weekend for me.