Life is interfering with my writing. On the one hand, I am happy that life is interesting, but now it seems to be getting too interesting!
I caught my son on Facebook this weekend and since I rarely see him anymore, we chatted. Then, he dropped the bomb and asked me what I really thought about his future wife! What a question — at a time like this — when they will be married August 25 (which is before the anniversary date of their first meeting).
What a question to ask from my one-and-only little love. Did I answer very well — probably not. But does it really matter because he has chosen and let’s face it: how often do we really like our children’s choices? (Hey, my dad didn’t like mine either, but I did get Bernie out of it).
After I finished talking with my son, I headed straight for the refrigerator… and the vino. Alas, early Sunday morning was a hodgepodge of emotions… and frustration because I could not get the cap off the bottle!
Here I was desperate for a little shot of wine to calm the throbbing in my head and stop my hyperventilating, and that stupid cap would not budge. I went to the toolbox and pulled out a wrench, but it would not fit; so I scurried back to the toolbox and pulled out a bigger one. Dang it, that one didn’t fit either!
A third trip to the toolbox resulted in me returning with a pipe wrench! Now for you uninformed laymen, a pipe wrench is a b-i-g wrench used by plumbers. They come in various sizes (this one is about 3 ft. long). Did I get that dang cap off? You betcha. Did I bust that wine bottle to pieces? No, God was on my side — I got my sip of wine; calmed down; returned the wrench to the toolbox and went to sleep. And just think, I also got this silly story to write about too.