seekinghaven (seekinghaven) wrote,

Uh, Surprise?? Dear...?

Lee didn't say a thing.  He walked right through the piles of brush and tree branches, most almost as tall as he or taller, and far wider.  He came to the door, greeted me and the Glad Girl as I opened the door for him, said hi, and that was it.  My half sheepish, half mischievous twinkly-eyed look must have taken on a shade of puzzlement, as I quickly decided to say nothing about the arborists' leavings, too -- just to see how long it took him to ask about them.

He never did.

We were sitting eating dinner as twilight drew on, when I finally said that if he wanted any pieces for knife handles he would need to get them before he left for work tomorrow.  He looked puzzled and put-upon, and began to complain as if I had given him a chore to do.  SHeesH!

"You don't have to do anything with the stuff, dear!  I just thought I'd let you know that if you wanted to look for stuff for knife handles, you can, but the piles are going away tomorrow."

"I've already got piles of wood for knife handles, sitting out in the driveway in the wet when they should be stored in the dry...grumble, grumble..."


We ate some more, talked of other things, sat quietly... until the Aries (me) couldn't stand it anymore. 

"Aren't you going to ask me about all those piles and piles of brush in the yard??!?" 

(Patience in the face of such confusing behavior has never been my strong suit...)

"I assumed that Jim [the guy who had been doing yardwork for us] was out and did it."

"No, dear, not Jim.  He quit, remember?  He's sick and has given up doing yard work."

"Oh, then you did it."

"Me?!? No, I couldn't possibly have done all that!"

"Oh, okay."


"I hired professionals to do it."

"Oh.  Okay."

"They'll be back tomorrow."


It's a good thing he trusts me so much.  Or perhaps he is just far more interested in the stuff he really wanted to talk about -- his smithy projects -- and the book on forging and casting that he is reading, to be bothered with the needs of house and yard. 

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