Bouncy Mustard
If you’re a parent, grandparent or teacher, you know that ‘quiet’ may not be a good thing.
I had that feeling right after breakfast this morning. I sat down at the computer with my cup of coffee, but my husband didn’t come into the office. I couldn’t hear the TV, either. That, in and of itself, wasn’t worrisome, but I got up and checked and his chair was empty. The dog was out, too. Ominous.
I looked out at the shop and my heart stopped. The tall ladder was propped against the side of the shop with the people door open. I tried to walk calmly out there, but I was scanning the shop roof as I walked. I didn’t see him up there.
I found him in the shop, getting ready to come out. My heart started beating again, but he wasn’t finished. We got a new whirligig for the deck lately and my husband had attached it to the railing. He decided that he wanted to move it from there and hang it from the wood that ran around the outside of the deck roof; hence, the ladder.
I carried the Makita and the screws. He carried the ladder. I held it steady while he went up, handed him the Makita when he had the end of the whirligig where he wanted it, climbed the ladder behind him to put the screw on the end of the Makita. He ALMOST got it to work, but the screw fell into the grass never to be found again. We did it again, and this time, it worked. He added one more screw on the other side of the hanging thingie and handed me the Makita. I held the ladder steady while he came back down. We took things back to the shop and he said, “That’s it for me for the day.”
As we walked back to the shop, he told me the project went much easier because I was out there. I quietly mentioned that it would be good if he let me know what he wanted to do before he went out there, so that I could help. He said, “I thought I could do it.” I smiled and said, “Do you want me to put that on your tombstone?”
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