Steve and I worked in the yard early this morning. Look at the bush I trimmed with a small clipper! What a difference it made! I am recognizing my yard work talent! I should be trimming bushes while Steve pulls weeds. Ha! Really! My work would be fun! Steve’s work would remain ugly. Okay. I’ll pull weeds, too.
Steve pointed to the brown top of a yucca plant. He wanted to remove it, but it was quite a ways up. I suggested that he get a ladder so he could reach it. What was I thinking? Why didn’t I just shut up?
When my part of the yard work for the day was finished, I went inside. Steve came inside, too, to take a short break before returning to the yard. The break was the best part of the morning, if you know what I mean. We enjoyed it. It was less labor intensive and more pleasing to the body and soul.
Steve went back outside. I took off my sweat suit and put my night shirt back on until my morning rituals, reading and relaxing, were finished. Before sitting down to read, I looked outside the window and what did I see? My hubby on a ladder in the sand, reaching toward the top of the yucca plant! I ran out the door in my night shirt!
“Does this look like I’m wearing my night shirt?
Steve said, “Yes.”
I didn’t care. I needed to hold the ladder steady.
Steve yelled, “Hey everybody, my wife is outside in her nightgown!”
I looked around but I saw no one. “It won’t work. I’m staying until you finish.”
Shame on me for not trusting my husband’s judgment. I was just checking. Okay? Just being careful. I’ve lost a few husbands and I want Steve for a long time. Losing gets to be a habit! I’m winning!
I went inside to get my camera. Why waste a good photo op? Steve climbed the ladder, sawed off the brown top of the yucca, and came down. Safely.