I confess that the isolation is starting to get to me. While I don't necessarily mind being alone, I am not alone. I annoys me that I am the ONLY one here doing anything. "Well, all you have to do is ask!" says the man busy holding down the chair.
If I dare to request something, a deep sigh will issue forth as he hits the button on the chair that will propel him to a standing position. Not saying he is lazy, but if the shoe fits ..... "Would you mind taking the trash out, it is all bagged up and ready to go." I will say. He will reply that he will get to it and sometimes he actually does, but if I really want it gone I will just do it myself.
So, today I have been running to and fro,
doing laundry and such. The sun is out and the wind is blowing, so I hung all the dog towels out. I bathed the trio of four pawed babies a couple of days ago. To his credit, HeWho loves them did help. I washed, he dried. Let's not forget I had the harder job. He offered to take it on, but I feared he would not rinse all the soap out and they would itch and drive me crazy in the night.
While the towels and a load of rugs were blowing in the wind, I decided to make a pie. I saw a recipe that intrigued me. A coconut cream pie. I absolutely love coconut pie. We have too much milk on hand, so I decided to make the pudding from scratch. This required much standing and stirring, but oh so worth it. Like an idiot I asked HeWho if he would like coconut pie. He said he would prefer banana cream. I also have some ripe bananas on hand and this is the method of fruit eating preferred by him. So, of course we are having banana, since bananas will spoil and coconut won't.
I am too practical for my own good. While I was preparing dinner and peeling potatoes, as I also have an abundane of potatoes. I ran in and out to retrieve the towes from the line and fold them as the potatoes started to boil. On my trip to the bathroom I happened to catch a glimpse off myself in the mirror.
My hair was startling. I need a good trim, but this is non essential. That was bad enough, but there was also a big gob of pudding stuck on the side of my face from licking the beaters. As I carefully peeled it off (it was dry), I wondered if pudding would make a good face mask.
In between all of this, I started another rug. Idle hands and all that. HeWho continues holding the chair down and is now watching some silly movie starring Larry, the Cable Guy. He is easily entertained.