Sunshine Day...

Monday April 26th
Sunny shine! I love this weather. I am one of those people who would be completely and totally satisfied with 65 and sunny for 365 days a year. Perhaps there is somewhere else I could move to find this climate, but I haven’t heard of it yet. I’m a bit bummed today because I am at work and my husband is home. However, after speaking to him on the phone this afternoon and hearing about the great projects he has going……I’m better off at work. He has been wanting to prep the truck for our camper for a few weeks now and apparently today was the day. When I called him he stated that the truck was “in pieces”. Now, to most people, this would probably escape their notice, however, to my trained ears, this statement had the same tone as a fire alarm. He has a brand new truck, you see. That, combined with his crazy need to take things apart and rebuild them, made me very happy to be at work. It may sound mild. You are thinking, oh what is the big deal, I know. But you have never met my husband. You see, if I take something apart (and I generally go to any length to keep things together and avoid the following situations) I will put it back together as quickly as possible, in the most logical order I see. I will exclude parts that I deem unnecessary and hope that it works. I am not a perfectionist by any means. My husband, on the other hand, will set and reset, glue and re-glue, sand and re-sand, get it all done and find it one millimeter off center, and take it apart and start over. He will repeat this process until he is completely satisfied that the resulting product could not be any better. He has no need for food or water, sleep or conversation. He loses all track of time and space and heaven help the person who tries to remind him of those things. For example, as I sit here writing this quick note, he texts me that it is 2:45pm and he has just finished this job that he began at 11:00am. He states that the second tie down did not fit properly, so he had to “mill out a hole and grind the bottom”. Whatever that means, it reaffirms my belief that being at work is a slightly better deal today. In some of my classes we have discussed personality traits. Doug and I are as opposite in some things as two people can be, but exactly the same in many many others. Funny how that works. Another good example of that would be if you asked us both to put together a chair from the pieces in the box (true story). Doug would get out a tape measure, clamps, wood glue, and newspaper. I would ram the pieces together with whatever utensil was the closest. I believe at the time it was a screwdriver. Mine would be put together faster, possible slightly crooked, with at least one piece upside down or backwards. Doug would still be gluing the third piece in. He would later proceed to take my chair completely apart, begin from the beginning, and put it back together. Lucky for me I am married to my best friend and I am more than happy to let him take the lead on gluing chairs together. Anyway, had I been home today I am sure that I would have somehow been involved in the destruction and subsequent reconstruction of our truck. I feel like it probably went better without me and that there will be more 60 degree days to enjoy.