Guest Blog…with Eventual (and utterly unprejudiced) Commentary

My dear husband,

If I were your guest blogger, this is what my offering would be:

“Today, Day 24 of Richard’s retirement, has offered us a moment that could only be described as WONDERFUL. The scenario: me, at my desk, catching up on some work interspersed with checking email; he, supposedly at his desk, responding to various Facebook offerings. As I was somewhat engrossed in my own environment, I slowly realized I was hearing a sound emanating from the kitchen…a sound of clean dishes being put away off of the dish-drying rack.  Or so I thought.  But it continued. And continued. As I sort of “came to,” so to speak, it dawned on me that we didn’t have that many things on the drying rack. Sounded like coffee mugs and glasses. Lots of them. And then it hit me!! He was rearranging the mugs and glasses in the kitchen cabinet!!

I quietly walked to the sound I dreaded to confirm….and YES, there he was, up on the little step-stool, rearranging the mugs and drinking glasses!!  I waited for about 30 seconds, which was all I could muster before I started to quietly snicker. As he turned around to see what the sound was, he smirked as only he can. We then both broke out into uncontrollable laughter. He said, “Busted!!”

I can’t help but wonder (dread?) what the NEXT 24 days will bring. ”

Your loving, and patient, wife….Bobbie

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OK, so there’s the guest blog exactly as written.  Now permit me a few observations.

My dear [please note the lack of capitalization in “dear.”  Dear indeed!] husband,

If I were your guest blogger, this is what my offering would be:

“Today, Day 24 of Richard’s retirement, has offered us a moment that could only be described as WONDERFUL. The scenario: me, at my desk, catching up on some work interspersed with checking email; he, supposedly [and just who is doing the supposing?  Who was directed to suppose?] at his desk, responding to various Facebook offerings. [Actually I was supposed to be checking to see what time the Beau Sia poetry reading at MOCA–Museum of Chinese in America–was supposed to start.]  As I was somewhat engrossed in my own environment, I slowly realized I was hearing a sound emanating from the kitchen…a sound of clean dishes being put away [and you can be sure just who cleaned them] off of the dish-drying rack.  Or so I thought.  But it continued. And continued. As I sort of “came to,” so to speak, it dawned on me that we didn’t have that many things on the drying rack. Sounded like coffee mugs and glasses. Lots of them. And then it hit me!! He was rearranging the mugs and glasses in the kitchen cabinet!!  [Well golly gee wonkers…]

I quietly walked to the sound I dreaded to confirm….and YES, there he was, up on the little step-stool, rearranging the mugs and drinking glasses!!  [Hey!  It’s not like I was rotating the dining table chairs.]  I waited for about 30 seconds, which was all I could muster before I started to quietly [Quietly like a 16 year old practicing the trumpet] snicker. As he turned around to see what the sound was, he smirked as only he can. We then both broke out into uncontrollable laughter. He said, “Busted!!”

I can’t help but wonder (dread?) what the NEXT 24 days will bring. ”  [Whatever that might be, I’m sure we’ll love it.]

Your loving, and patient, wife….Bobbie  [Sigh…]

As I’ve said elsewhere, “Hey, I’m retired, I’m home, I’ve got nothing better to do than to notice everything and make comments.”