Ello all
I know its been a while since I have posted and I have decided that I need to spend 30 minutes every day documenting our activites on the island.
So today here is a short recap of an event that happened yesterday.
In a rare break in the weather where the sun was out and the thermometer had passed the 21 degree mark, I was sitting outside basking in the sun with an ice cold beer, life was good.
While I was contemplating the meaning of life and if 47 really was the answer 18 (Trenticles) spotted the opportunity for free beer and decided to join me.
As we sat there shooting the breeze, he pipes up, in a moment of pride at his achievement, that he had emptied the dishwasher and repacked it.
His timing was a touch off as he delivered this news as I was mid sip. Beer spurted out my nose and tears welled up in my eyes.
With mixed emotion I congratulated him on this selfless act of unforced labour.
He sat there momentarily confused, he was expecting a thank-you, possibly more, not a congratulatory comment.
The silent pause between us extended log enough for the crickets to chime their evening song and let his thoughts dwell on this matter.
Eventually he could not tolerate it any longer and said. “Shouldn’t you be saying thank-you?”
My earlier musing to the meaning of life and everything else had me well prepared for this answer.
I needed to keep it light hearted, so his touchy feely Aussie feelings were not hurt. I started with
“I congratulated you for your selfless act of valour because you saw that something needed to be done and you did it, you did not need to be instructed, coaxed or even guilted into it. I also suspect that the dish you needed was in the dishwasher and it would have been a dog move to remove only that one.”
He eye twitched, he sipped his free beer, and he said nothing knowing that somehow I was not done and there was more coming.
I continued.
“Do you thank me for paying the rent every month? Every dinner that I cook every night? Every time I clean your room? Every time I pay for you cell phone? Or every time you have one of my beers?”
Yes I probably took it too far and should have just said that last part in my mind. But now that it was out I had to reel it back in and save the situation.
Fuck, how is it that he empties the dishwasher and I now I feel guilty…….
Using less that lightning speed thought I continued before he could jump in.
“You do realize that now you are no longer a child, soon enough, (oh god please please please be sooner rather than later) when you move out these will be thankless tasks that you will need to do, on, a, daily, basis.”
He sat back, cracked open another free beer and said “Ya, I know, what rugby is on?”
Ahhh to be 18 again……. You know they say you pay for your sins, well I think the collector is here to collect and he has been calculating my sins with compounded interest.
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