A Good Saturday, Bad Sunday

Everything about this weekend is just plain weird. It started Thursday night when Elaine said, “Tomorrow, you should bring home the stuff from The Orange Depot to finish the gate on Saturday.” That doesn’t seem too weird, but I have to be honest with you. I usually arrange my weekends so I can go to town on Saturday get the stuff I need to work around the house after story time on Sunday. That way, I’m assured at least on day of just goofing off.

After forty plus years of marriage, I have developed a, let’s call it, a disease. When Elaine starts a sentence with “You should”, something happens to my hearing. I don't hear anything after you should. The doctors can’t figure it out. My hearing is perfect until Elaine says, “You should”. Personally, I don’t think it’s a big deal. Elaine seems to hate it, even though there is no cure.

Anyway, on Thursday, when Elaine suggested, You should go to The Orange Depot,” she took no chances on Friday. Each of the three times, I called her to chat from work (remember, I am essential) Elaine asked, “Have you been to the Orange Depot, yet?” She was taking no chances that I didn’t “hear” her.

Saturday, Elaine and I stayed home and built a couple gates. We enjoy working together. Well, not always. Sometimes I forget some things from The Orange Depot and I use (construction language). Elaine thinks the (construction language) is directed at her. Even after forty plus years sometimes I need to explain (construction language) can be used for many things, and not always each other.

We stayed home yesterday and built gates. Elaine is really proud of them. Me? Eh, it was just another construction job. I did enjoy the company, though.

I think working on Saturday jinxed my weekend. Did I mention that both twins were at home for the weekend? No sleepovers, no camping with their boy/girlfriend’s parents, no living in town using the internet, no running away, nope, both twins were home. Of course, Boy Twin had to go to work sanitizing carts, so his weekend was cut short.