Well, I think I may have hit a new chapter in marriage. I’ve taken care of paul when he’s sick or had surgery. I’ve cooked and cleaned b/c he’s too weak to follow through. I’ve tolerated being stabbed in the back by his plastic knife splint. But this morning, we crossed a new bridge.
I was packing his lunch and frustrated that I bought an enormous bag of clementines (which he loves) for him to eat. Daily. Clearly he missed the memo bc there are still tons. So when I told him this, he said that he can’t peel them. He is uncapable with his current disability. Despite the fact that he is the only person I know with a built in knife on hand – literally. What does he ask then? “Will you peel them for me.” I thought that I had at least 5 years and a child ahead of me before I would be peeling cuties (they’re supposed to be kid friendly for easy peel, right?!). Never the less. I actually peeled Paul’s clementines this morning. Yes, this is my life.
Another fun, life occurrence happened this week. There are a few large things I’ve had great luck on in my life… my family, my few but fabulous friends, my excellent husband, my adorable dog and the beach down the street. I feel so lucky for these great things in my life.
On a day to day basis, however…. not so lucky. At a friend’s house, she said “park out front, there’s no street cleaning because of construction. there are signs everywhere.” So I park out front. What happens? I am the ONLY car on the ENTIRE BLOCk who gets a ticket. Really. She didn’t, her husband didn’t, the 15 other cars on the same side of the road didn’t. Juuuuuust me. Really. $64.
Santa Monica Parking Dept, here I come!