I enjoy impromptu drives with my husband on pretty days.
We were out and about doing some errands. The sky was clear. The sun was shining. We had time. So we headed south a bit to take a longer way home, driving through the veterans’ cemetery. Strange? Not when you know that it has the most outrageously gorgeous views of our mountain peaks. And with our recent snows at lower elevations, it would be even more beautiful with a dusting of white in the foothills.
But before I continue this sliver of a slice of life, you need a tiny bit of back story. We are in the beginning stages of remodeling …I suppose that is the right term when you are gutting some rooms down to lath and plaster… As I was saying, we are remolding a 100-year-old house, and it has become a thread in our conversations these days.
As we slowly crawl around the curving cemetery road, between my exclamations of delight and requests to backup or stop, we talk of our 100-year-old house project.
Carl wraps up an idea he’s been sharing with, “What do you think?”
“Well, I’m not sure …” My voice trails as I turn to get a better look at Mt. Hood.
He interrupts the brief lapse in my response, “Answer.”
Puzzled, but still looking at Mt. Hood, I begin again, “I’m just not ….”
With a firmer voice, he interrupts again, “Answer.”
I frown, increase my volume, “Uhhh, I said… ” Then with a laugh, “Oh! Sorry.”
Why do I always forget he uses a blue-tooth earpiece with his iPhone?