Yesterday W and I did some things TOGETHER. I’m still reeling from the weirdness of that. Since he won’t be here for the election we decided to go together and vote at an advance poll. I asked him on the way there what exactly we were electing. (Sigh.) Yes, I should be better informed. But come on. I’ve been away. And I cast my vote for three people on one ballot and one on the other, just like they asked me to do. Not one of those votes was for a PC candidate, so I’m feeling quite confident that my votes will hardly matter anyway. Isn’t democracy an incredible thing.
Then while I went to get my drivers license renewed, W went to the liquor store and bought two bottles of the EXACT red wine I asked him to get. Shocking. It was also astonishing to spend less than twenty minutes in the registry office. Handed over my old license, checked the information on a printed form, signed my name twice, initialled once, paid cash, looked as neutral as possible for a photo, and then gawked at the long line of people that had suddenly materialized behind me as I left. I have a temporary license now for a week or two which cannot be used for identification purposes. But my passport arrived while I was away, so if I need to prove to anyone who I am it’s all good.
Then W decided he would come shopping with me. This pronouncement didn’t fill me with dread exactly, it was more like mild alarm. No, who am I kidding, it was dread. All I wanted to get was a simple curtain rod and a panel to cover the opening to the master bedroom closet. I’ve moved my paint desk over beside the window for better light (wistfully hoping this will encourage me to actually paint something) and the stupid folding closet door which has annoyed me forever wouldn’t open properly with things shoved up so close to it, so I removed it. Leaving a gaping hole in the wall and the insides of the messy closet on display, so that definitely needed covering up.
So off we went. Before I was anywhere close to the curtain rod department my cart was half full of miscellaneous items – a case of water, a package of C cell batteries, a case of Pepsi, several coloured lightbulbs (I’m afraid to ask), two long lengths of rope, cable ties, nylon cord, some kind of electrical thing, three bags of potato chips. Honestly. So seeing as I was being seriously out done here, I quickly threw in laundry detergent, bars of bath soap, a little chest (to store the ancient documents I carted home with me so that I’m less likely to throw them into the paper recycle) and FINALLY a black expandable curtain rod and a deep brown panel with dark brushed gold metal rings. One hundred and forty dollars later, we headed home.
Where W decided immediately to put up the rod and the curtain for me. Lord love a duck. That’s all I really want to say about that. Many trips to the basement and back for the EXACT drill bit later, the gaping hole in the wall is successfully concealed.
Then he poured me a spiced rum and pepsi on ice. Making it much less likely that I would kill him. Instead I used my sharp knives to cut up a gigantic salad which we ate with cold chicken and a glass of wine. Nerves all calmed and brain in neutral, I foolishly mentioned to him that I would need to pick up a few groceries the next day because our daughter is bringing her car over to have the tires changed and will probably stay for dinner, leaving Kenzie here for the weekend. He beamed his million dollar smile at me and promised to come along and help me with the groceries. GAH. I don’t know if I can AFFORD his help.
Also yesterday morning my boss dropped off a work schedule for me and stayed for coffee and told me all about the renovations (which thankfully are done and I missed the whole thing) because I work alone on Monday morning and apparently am too stupid to figure out what’s been done simply by looking at it. I’m still annoyed that she didn’t phone first and that I hadn’t showered yet. After next weekend, all the Saturday/Sunday shifts will be mine, so this will be the last Kenzie weekend until that changes, if it ever does. My other two days are Tues. and Wed. lates, all starting in May. When W will be blissfully fishing every day and not putting up curtain rods for people or filling up their shopping carts for them with random items that he can’t live another day without.
We are listening to a different station on our satelite radio! Hits from the 50’s! I was thoroughly enjoying being able to sing along to all the early rock and roll stuff they were playing while I cleaned up the kitchen last night but then W thought it would be fun to make me guess who the groups and artists were. I am not good at this game. And I’m terrible with names. When I say I don’t know, telling me that I should know does not make me want to try harder. It makes me want to tell you to piss off. And go to the bedroom and watch Netflix on my laptop instead.
Ooooookay…..I think I have this all out of my system now and I’m ready to face another day with W. Maybe sending him on errands will help me stay reasonably sane. It’s worth a try.