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My HoneyBun and I have been married 35 years. We've both half deaf and nearly blind. Good thing too! Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to tolerate each other half as well as we do.
Today started off, as most mornings do, with me reading the paper and him watching the news. Both of us we're drinking coffee and trying to stay out of each other's way until our heads cleared and our backs unkinked. I finally got up to finish painting some furniture on the back patio for our departing daughter (3rd time she's moved out). That went well enough until HoneyBun poked his head out of the door to tell me he was going to go visit daughter #1 (which he does, rain or shine) Unbeknowst to me, he locked the patio door as he shut it. (A BAD habit of his). When I tried to get back into the house for a screwdriver I found the door locked. So I hurried around to the front of the house, breathing a sigh of relief when I saw his truck still in the driveway. The front door was also locked (naturally) so I leaned on the doorbell and rung it 100 or more times until he finally heard it. He knew immediately "it" was going to hit the fan so he began ingratiating himself, telling me how dumb he is. I told him "you won't get an argument out of me". After describing to him how awful it would've been to be locked out the whole time he visited daughter #1, he suggested that I could have gone over to the neighbors to use their phone. I told him, "not without my bra on, I couldn't". Then I began a tedious search for the screwdriver and in the process popped a lens out of my glasses. I got my 2nd best pair out of my purse and continued the search. While searching for the screwdriver in the garage, I heard HBun in the kitchen yelling at Bud (the cat) demanding WHAT HAVE YOU GOT UNDER THE REFRIGERATOR! Bud (the cat) likes to bring mice into the house. Not to kill them, but to play with them. He lets them go when he tires of them and they escape to my kitchen towel drawer until I discover their "presence". This happens 2 or 3 times a year. HBun and I pulled the refrigerator out and sure enough a huge mouse (tiny rat?) was scampering around. Bud immediately nailed it again. HBun told Bud to take it outside. Bud (being a cat) doesn't understand language so he ran to the dining room with it. HBun wrestled the mouse away from Bud and took it outside where he dispatched it to mouse heaven. Being a sensitive person, I used my time to run around the front lawn with my eyes closed and my hands over my ears so I wouldn't have to hear the execution. The neighbors probably thought we we're having a cute little "senior fight". HBun threw the mouse away and drove over to daughter #1. I went back into the houseto look for the elusive screwdriver and saw water all over the kitchen floor. The waterhose to the ice maker was loose and spewing water everwhere. I jerked the electrical plug out of the socket and called daughter #1 and told her to send her dad right back home because we had another emergency. In the meantime, I pulled the refrigerator out and turned the water valve off. HoneyB rushed back to help me mop up the mess. Then we decided to vacuum out the refrigerator coils since we were back there anyway. He put his glasses on the floor so he could affix the long narrow attachment to the vacuum. I told him, "that's not the safest place for your glasses". He said "your right, hand them to me". I picked them up to pass them to him and between the two of us, we dropped them, and a lens popped out. I was using the mop to soak up water and wring it out into the flowerbed. On the third mopfull the mophead broke off the handle making it useless. HBun finished vacuuming the coils and started to put the machine away when he noticed that the hose had been sliced half way through. Probaby from a sharp metal edge on the refrigerator back. We had one 4" strip of duct tape left on a roll which we used to patch the hose. Then we used several feet of paper tape to finish the job. HBun went to the store to get another mop while I sat down with more coffee to contemplate something I've heard my my mother say many times. "it's not the big things that will drive you crazy, it's the small ones". I'm looking for families that lived in Minter Field after WW11 when it and Kern Homes ( the officer quarters located south of Lerdo Highway) were converted from military to civilian housing. |
