One Step at a Time

Call from husband to me on Friday afternoon:

 Him:  “You need to go to the business centre and pick up a Purolator package that they couldn’t deliver because you were out.”

Me:  “That’s wierd.  What could it be?”

Him:  “I have no idea.”

Me: ”Maybe I’ll get it Monday.  I have about a million things to do before the boys swim tonight.”

Him:  “I think you should actually pick it up today.”

 

I should say so.

 It was this, you see.

 This thing … this thing that will allow me to work not just in our yet-to-be-renovated and windowless basement home office … but this wonderful, beautiful, portable, sleek thing that will allow me to write on the deck, in my bed, on my big arm chair in my living room, in Baja … (I wish.  Forget Baja … I’m just so happy to be let out of the basement!!)   For my work or for my passion of creative writing, this is a gift of all gifts.

He still can surprise me.

 PS:  Troy, age 8,  had a classic quote:  “Cool!  Did you get that so we can watch DVD’s on our bed?”

Yeah, right, son.  Because your father and I have been quite concerned that you kids just don’t get enough TV. In bed.