Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Mr. Fix-It

Yesterday Flash met me on the back steps as I came in from work with a lawn mower wheel in his hand.  As he showed me how it broke right off the wheel mount, I became instantly empathetic to my dad, as I remember how he used to say, "Can I just get in the door before I have to deal with something?"

Broken clean off, it didn't give one hint of "fixable" but screamed of "replace me!" the idea of shopping for a new lawn mower sounding about as inviting as cutting each blade of grass by hand did.

I decided my best plan was to not deal with it right then.  I had absolutley no idea what to do about it, and I wanted nothing to do with buying a new one.  So, like a good middle child, I simply postponed the decision.

Today, I had a message from WG, "Have an idea about the mower.  Let me take a look at it today."  He was an instant hero in my book simply for taking the burden of figuring it out off my shoulders.  Tonight, he backed the Jeep into the drive and pulled my briefly broken mower out of the back.  He showed me how he fabricated a new mount and bolted this thing to that and adjusted the-I didn't even car what, I was over the moon excited!  HE FIXED IT!  He took a wheel that was broken off.... BROKEN OFF - a concept that in all my stubborn independence, I am afraid I know nothing of how to fix things that are BROKEN OFF - and he returned my mower ready to go.  He even topped it off with gas as he knew my little red tank was empty.

I could not even formulate a thank you sincere enough or deep enough grateful enough for what I feel.  It isn't just that someone fixed it, or that the cost was $5, or that it was up and running the very next day, it's that I never even had time really to worry about it.  I didn't have to stress about buying a new one, or shouldnI just buy another used one, or do I take it somewhere to see if they can weld it?  I never had to even THINK about the broken mower.

WG did.  he thought about it all morning at work.  If you get a steak from the market that seems a bit more choice than prime, it's because he was a bit distracted while grading cattle this morning, trying to figure out how to fix what I assumed was unfixable.  For me.

Maybe, just maybe, God wanted me to be single all these years so I wouldn't take for granted these amazing things that WG does for me.  If that's the case, may I never, ever forget to be grateful.  These are the things that mean the most.

Monday, September 24, 2012

There are Two

I had no idea the trouble that would come from playing Scarbble with WG.  First, it was just a casual game or two, out on the deck usually, occasionally with Flash and his girl, but usually just the two of us.  For a man who is often stuck on what word he means to say, WG was quickly addicted to what I originally thought was an ill-suited game.

It got worse when he discovered the iPhone app.  Now he plays at work against the computer, or he plays with me, when he is at home watching the Tigers game and I am at home curled up in bed reading on my iPad.

Then we started playing on our devices sitting next to each other on the sofa.  Sad, perhaps, but now that he can use a built-in dictionary and has a quick reference to all the two-letter words, there is no going back to the traditional board version of the game.

He has gotten to be such an addict that he will mention how many points a word is in regular conversation.  Or he'll announce how many of those letters are in the game.  He can tell you what word he has scored the highest with, and what his highest point total for a game has been.  I was already looking into a 12-step program for him before tonight's incident.

Tonight, sitting side by side on the couch, him with his iPhone and me with my beloved iPad, we went back and forth in a couple of games.  As I sat wondering what the odds were for me to get a "c" to make the word "juice", I inquired of the new Scrabble genius at my side, "How many c's are in Scrabble?"

To which my beloved man answered by exiting the game and looking at the name on the app, "There is only one 'c' in "Scrabble"."

He knew his error the minute the last word came out of his mouth, but by then I was in a fit of giggles.  Oh my dear sweet man, I meant in the game itself.

I never did get the answer, but I think he might be calling the hotline even as I type.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

The Romantic

"Hey, Eliza, did I tell you about the rose I have in the yard?  It has this long stem, and it's this gorgeous color, and the minute it starts to bloom and open...."

"Yes, WG?"

"I'm going to cut the %#&$@?! thing for you!"

"Aw, WG, you're such a....romantic!"

Friday, September 14, 2012

He's the Kind of Man...

...who buys me beautiful flowers because the last ones he bought me have died.

...who surprises me with books and games for my classroom.

...who sits at a football game with me to watch a child that is not his play in the band.

...who is perfectly happy eating leftover meatloaf for dinner.

...who listens to me ramble on and on about my kids at school.

...who not only watches a video of my students but wants me to stop and tell him about each child.

...who drives me to and from the football game so I don't have to be ther as early as the band kids.

...who does all these things on HIS birthday.

Happy birthday, WG!  We will celebrate in much better style tomorrow, but I didn't want today to slip by without me saying how blessed I am to have you in my life!