I did it again.
“You’re going to change your clothes before you take me to the train, right?”
David takes the train about once a quarter. Do you think I could remember I have to drive him to the station? DuH!
“When I get older, Laura, you’re going to have to put me in a home.” At first that seemed random. Then I realized the translation: “If you keep being… “Lucy”, someday we’re going to have to separate me from my weapon collection.”
I feel sorry for the guy: In-between “for richer or for poorer, and “in sickness and in health,” he missed the microscopic fine print: “Whether or not she ever makes any sense to you.” DanG!
I swear: sometimes I’m an Idiot Savant—without the Savant. I’m in the 12th week of a class, and just this morning I learned I’d been doing Question 20 all wrong—the entire time. DoH!
I’m involved in a complicated bit of business that started several months ago. Just last Sunday, a light came on. It’s an important light. Why, at nearly 54 years old, do I still have to be thumped?! Dur, dee-DuR!
Ironically, there are a string of things I’m pretty sharp at. I can write a one-minute blog. I’ve been running a household for decades. I can cook for a hundred. I do my own taxes. I’m transcribing the autobiography of a world-traveled missionary. But I still can’t seem to remember not to put carrots in the stir fry. Ding‑DonG!
I wouldn’t say I’m the Weakest Link. But I’d say there are aspects that put me into the category of Weaker Sister. I do, however, like to hope that where I’m weak, David’s strong—and vice versa.
But. Boy howdy, do ya’ think I could, occasionally, get somebody’s name down without asking seven times? Doofus!
Just shoot me.
Oh, wait. David’s got all the guns.