My body is in tune with my situation. Every time I cough I feel my bronchi vibrate for a second like the low E on a guitar.
I made a new budget yesterday. All will be well but, as Gary says, screw Dierbergs.
“Schnucks!” he cries. He gives the second-class Schnucks the thumbs up.
“Shop-n-Save?” I counter.
“Walmart.” What the hell. I poise in the parking lot balancing my support of Obamacare against Walmart’s indifference to their workers’ health.
In Walmart we are all one in our hatred of the incessant beeping. “What is that freaking noise?” a stranger spins and asks me.
“It’s Forklift Day at the Walmart!” I say brightly, drily, drolly. He determines that if the beep is for Worker Safety then it’s all right. We are united.
We save so much (SO DAMN MUCH) at the Walmart that I exhaust myself chopping all the kale and had to sleep. I haven’t had more than two consecutive hours of sleep all weekend because I keep waking myself up. I’ll drop off and then wake up to the tail end of a loud mumble. “MmaararMMMPH! Wha? DAMN it.”
All weekend’s been like the moment your ankle shifts before you twist it. I know it will be fine. I ran the numbers and all will be well, my visit to Walmart was all for show.
I should pack up some leftovers to bring to work tomorrow, another show of support, but I’m worn out.
Gary doesn’t go to work tomorrow.
Gary doesn’t go to work tomorrow.
Gary doesn’t go to work ever.
I don’t think I was this tremulous even before my wedding.
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Just think of all the things he can do around the house!
To be fair, it must also be very strange for Gary, and once the initial delight and self-righteousness fade, he could find it difficult to sort himself out a new category.
Hattie – I’m not particularly controlling. A kitchen someone else cleans poorly is better than one I clean perfectly myself. It will all have to be his idea, though.
Big Dot – He just ran the dishwasher. He also made me canned chicken soup and came in with it on a tray. We shall see how our roles shake out once I’m well. I did tell him I think he should sit on his butt for at least six months to make up for all the weekends and evenings he’s put in the last year.