Did anyone else catch that spectacular full moon the other day? Well, night. It was so much bigger than my camera really shows, and I knew photographs wouldn’t do it justice going in. Still, I ran—not walked— to get my trusty Nikon. Ooh la la.
The next night Honeybee brought home my favorite flowers. star-gazer lilies. They look so tropical and smell so good I basically get ten degrees warmer just looking at ’em. I asked why and he said, “for taking such good care of me.”
Little did that sweet, sweet husband know that this wife-woman would cause the incident. What is the incident, you ask? Oh, nothing,
That was just that one time—yesterday—when I thought it would be good to finally hang the guitars up on the wall with those hooks we got for that very purpose. The incident begins with Matt’s guitar falling to the floor, smoosh-cracking like a hard-boiled eggshell. The incident goes on to include what happened an eternity later, when he finally got home from work, (he, by the way, looked at me 3 times and asked, “did you break something?” He didn’t know I was even moving anything around! How do it know?!), went to investigate and knocked down the mandolin Grandma gave him and broke it, too.
Not my finest hour. Or day, for that matter.
Granted, both instruments are still playable. The mandolin is the least damaged of the two, what broke there was decorative, but still. I
was am gutted. This was something I had failed to take care of in a big way. Feel horrible. Just. Mucky-muck. He, of course, is as sweet as ever, insisting that the instruments either are or will be fine and that accidents happen, can be fixed and are no big deal. Nbd? Nbd. Did I mention the day he’d just gotten home from sucked? I didn’t. He had had a horrible day at work, too, and then the incident and then he says the above collection of logical, factual and kind words to me.
If I had to guess I’d say he’s about 40 percent sugar. I should keep him out of the rain.
In the meantime, I’m reaffirming my commitment to only smash previously unplayable/irreparably broken instruments. For art.