Friday, December 6, 2013

Spoons

Try, though I might, I still cannot download the pictures from my camera. Windows 8. I found a page to download the user manual, e-mail my questions and all sorts of helpful things ....... but all I get is a pop-up window telling me I am unable to access this information at this time. They suggest I try again at a later date. Really. How much later?

I am not happy. It is cold outside. My toes are cold and I am frustrated. We have had the same stainless ware for years. I tossed a teaspoon after an altercation with the garbage disposal, but for whatever reasoning prevails, there are always twice the number of teaspoons per "set" as there are soup spoons. I still have 7 forks and all 8 of the salad forks, only 6 knives left. Things happen over the years, you know. But, up until just a few months ago, I still had all 8 soup spoons. Only 3 grace the dish drainer as I speak.

Where are the rest? This deserves an investigation. Is there a soup spoon thief among us? I have given this much thought (maybe too much). I have no issues using a teaspoon to eat my soup or my cereal. It is He Who eats a serving bowl of Blue Bunny Homemade Vanilla Ice Cream, slathered in chocolate shell routinely that has the issue with soup spoons. He prefers them over teaspoons, like a toddler refusing to eat unless he has his own special utensils. This is what has me thinking that He Who eats with soup spoons may have something to do with the disappearance of said spoons.

When I questioned (interrogated) him about the disappearing spoons, he claimed ignorance of the whereabouts of these spoons. I calmly(?) suggested that he may have accidentally disposed of a spoon or two when eating the last serving of Blue Bunny Homemade Vanilla Ice Cream directly from the carton. He swears (despite the fact that he is not under any oath) that this is simply not the case.

Not so long ago, a few months, I made note of the fact that I am the only one who does dishes in this humble abode. I don't mind, I find the hot water soothing on my arthritic hands. What I do  mind is the gathering of the dishes. There is a very small island near the freezer where the Blue Bunny Homemade Vanilla Ice Cream resides (ever so briefly) and that is as far as he seems to be able to make it with his ice cream bowl and spoon ...... or carton, as the case may be.  After a few gentle suggestions (incessant nagging) that he could take two more steps and put them in the sink, it came to my attention that the cartons were also ending up in the sink. Like he expected me to wash them and refill them, maybe a little confused about where this Blue Bunny Homemade Ice Cream comes from. The trash receptacle is in the cabinet directly under the sink.

The cartons are no longer appearing in the sink ......... and I am down 5 spoons. Are you following my investigative deductions here?

He Who is also a lover of safety day-glo yellow apparel says no. He has the safety stripes on his shirts and pants and all of his outer wear glows in the dark. He favors long sleeved safety yellow t-shirts under his uniform shirt that glows in the dark (have to keep the closet doors shut tight). Last year I found the ugly safety yellow sweat shirts on sale and bought two. Both were in the laundry today. It is 12 degrees and I suggest that he might want to wear a sweat shirt under his uniform shirt. "Can't, they haven't been washed." I know this, having just pulled them out of the washer. I hand him a gray sweatshirt and he looks offended. I ask if it absolutely has to be a day-glo yellow shirt. "I want as much visibility as possible when I am on the interstate!" He says this like I am suggesting I want a car to hit him. I calmly explain to him that it doesn't really matter, the sweatshirt will be UNDER his coat and not visible at all.

See why I think he may have tossed out the spoons with the cartons? And, yes, he has eaten that many cartons (and more) since my gentle suggestion (nagging) about putting them in the trash can.   

8 comments:

mama .bonnie said...

I think it was 'not me' or at least that's who does this sort of things at my house ;o)

ellen abbott said...

He cooks and I do the dishes at my house. He seems to think that putting things in their proper place...trash, recycle bin, cabinet...is part of doing dishes. Drives me nuts.

Kathy G said...

After all these years you'd think you'd have a handle on his kitchen behavior :-)

I've figured out how to download Windows 8 phone pictures. It's a multi-step process that I'd be happy to share. Emnail if you're interested

luksky said...

Ahhh...the joys of marriage.

Joanne Noragon said...

Have you tried Windows Live Photo Gallery. It loads my camera and my phone, which I only learned how to do a few days ago. Google the name and you'll find the download.

Val said...

My favorite part (have to keep the closet doors shut tight) made me laugh out loud.

I have all my spoons, but they are bent. Broken-necked. Yet the man who stabs frozen sugar-free Cool Whip with them for his no-sugar-added pumpkin pie says he doesn't know how that happened. And everybody knows that none of the three sturdy ice-cream scoops can be used for Cool Whip...

Linda O'Connell said...

Yep! You and I both know where those spoons went. Day glo under his shirt? By golly they think differently than we do.

Jeff said...

I recently bought a new lap and t came with Windows 8. I took it back the next day because I was completely lost! Ordered one with Windows 7 direct from Toshibas website.