“Don’t you DARE!” she suddenly announces in a gravelly voice.
“Dare what?” I reply.
“You better stop what you are doing right now” she threatens, sitting up.
I look back at my Surface, looking at the book I’m reading on the Kindle app and try to keep from laughing.
Jennifer gets out of the bed, and crosses over to the desk.
“What is this?!” she demands, picking up a medium cardboard box that had, until this afternoon, contained several pairs of pants I’d ordered online. Now delivered & emptied, it was languishing on the desk, waiting for me to take it downstairs and then out to the garbage.
“An empty box, honey?”
She quickly shifted it aside, hunting for something that had drawn her ire. Her gaze narrowed and she seized the object of her hatred. “What is this?? THIS!” she screeched, thrusting her arm at me.
“It’s a mouse?” I snicker.
“Why is it flashing?” she asks, her voice becoming confused.
“Because the battery is dying” I respond.
She rubs her nose and the light begins to appear in her eyes, then heads for the bathroom. I turn back to my book…
There’s something primal about fire. Volumes have been written about man’s obsession with it, so I really don’t need to talk in length about how “fire good.”
One of the first gifts Jennifer ever bought me when we began s (if not the first) was a fire pit. The original has long since rusted out & been replaced… which has also rusted out and needs replacing. So now we’re looking at various firepits such.
Jennifer naturally likes the one with roses (the “Garden” model) – I’m leaning more towards Prairie or another. I’d prefer one made from cast iron, but there are several models in aluminum that look nice.
The unfortunate part of this is that I’ll have to level out a portion of the yard before I buy this, as I’ll have to set paving stones. Jennifer wants it on the deck but I’m worried about sparks and it being close to the house.
I woke up at 6:50 this morning, checking the clock after a noise brought me to full consciousness. Song was in the upstairs bathroom, finishing her makeup before leaving for school. She fled down the stairs shortly thereafter, thankfully turning off the bathroom light before leaving.
KJ must have been woken up by her descending footsteps as he shuffled into our bedroom and crawled over Jennifer before snuggling into his customary barrier position between us. A few minutes later Song came back upstairs to let Jennifer & I know that she’d missed the bus. Jennifer & I whispered back and forth, playing footsie with each other – with KJ between us, it’s the easiest way to reach out and have some gentle intimacy.
Jennifer left shortly thereafter to drop Song off; she returned bearing Starbucks and I was grateful to have her climb back in bed on my side. A few stolen minutes of murmuring, sharing our thoughts and laughter and kisses, hoping that KJ would stay asleep.
Of course, since it was Friday he woke up at 8:50 and was rarin’ to go. On school days it’s a struggle to get him out of bed at 9:15. Those few minutes, though… they make the day better.