Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life.
Sunday March 13
It’s always good to be home….I wasn’t even gone all that long and it was good to be home.
The Wife worked today, so I stopped by the retailer on the way in to say hi and then went home…Neither of us really handles separations well and the cabin takes the brunt of it because neither of us pays attention to domestic duties while the other is gone…So it was not the Upset of the Year when I came home to find dishes in the sink and clothes scattered all over the couch, tho it should be noted the clothes were clean and straight from the dryer.
So I got busy and cleaned the kitchen and folded the clothes…Neither of us was really in the mood to cook so I went to the local market and got one of their ready-to-bake pizzas, which aren’t too bad…We would have preferred one from the local diner, but Charlie takes Sunday off.
The Wife and I were preparing to retire last night…As I head to the can for my evening’s constitutional I notice she’s putting on some socks, her multi-colored wool ones, for the record…I come back in and she’s lying down, ready for tucksies…I put her covers over her and her pillows under her legs and she sticks her feet out from the end of her blankets and wiggles her toes and instructs me to take the socks off…Feigning frustration, I stroke my forehead with a thumb and forefinger.
You just put them on…I mean, you know that right…I was right here…I saw you…
The Wife laughs…It was a pretty good line…Maybe not a Line of the Year candidate, but the type of funny line that keeps marriages fresh.
I know, honey…Take the socks off, please, tho.
I sigh rather loudly and take her socks off before climbing into bed myself…I’m sure, one day, men will understand women, but this incident set that prospect back a few years.
The Diary of a Nobody is a novel. All elements are either products of Gaylon’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
The Diary of a Nobody began in October, 2013. Read past entries here.