Bill is talking about Bob’s anal glands, again.
It’s early morning. I have just gotten up and am dozing a bit in my comfortable leather chair with the sun on my shoulders, in the sitting room. With a full coffee cup in one hand, I am easing into the day.
*Bill has come in from his Studio that’s attached to my house.
“Good morning,” he says. Then he makes a bit of cheery chit chat about the world news, which isn’t like him. Instead of just leaving me the newspaper, he is being sociable.
Standing in front of me he says, “We need another $60 for repair of the leaf blower. I already gave the guy $30.”
I say, “Bill, this is why I like to buy quality. We get something cheap and we pay more and more when it breaks down.”
The cheap leaf blower is always breaking down. Guess who picked it out.
We have a tiny, heated discussion about the leaf blower.
When that subject gets beaten up there is silence while Bill jiggles up and down.
“I’ve been looking at replacements for the outside chair cushions,” he says.
He goes on to remark on the colors, the stuffings, the different brands that he likes.
We have discussed this many times. He wants the cushions. I have found the cushions I like and would have ordered them a month ago if I were in charge.
Bill wants what I, as an artist, consider some ugly replacements and we have been arguing about this. Finally, I have said, “Since I’m paying for them, we are getting what I want.”
I have asked Bill a number of times to measure the 3 types of chairs and then I will order the cushions. I have been leaving this to him as the whole replacement thing is his idea.
Meanwhile, we are heading into the summer and are at an impasse.
I take a deep breath. No reason to be mad about a small, silly thing.
“So, we need to get Bob to the vet to squeeze his anal glands,” Bill says. (more…)