… and they used to do everything together. When they were first married Thelma and Rohan would decide everything together. What is the best variety of lettuce to plant in the garden? What shall we do for our anniversary? What painting should we hang above the fireplace? What special things shall we do this coming summer?
These days it was altogether different. After forty years each presumed they knew the other’s mind. The presumption was that years’ of teamwork meant the other rarely need be asked.
So when Thelma went to stay for a week or so with her elderly failing sister, Rohan decided to surprise Thelma by repainting the dining room. And indeed, Thelma was surprised! She didn’t say a word other than cluck with delight, but what a disgusting colour! Bright pink! She would have to live with it for the next ten years or so.
When Rohan’s saw bench reached the end of its earthly usefulness, Thelma bought him a new one for Christmas. Of course he acted delighted. In fact he acted quite tickled pink, but it was the wrong type of saw bench. Rohan had to secretly buy another one and pretend he was using the one from Thelma.
These were little things of course, but they built up, built up. One day, Thelma blurted out that she hated the colour of the dining room. They argued and Rohan revealed that she had given him the wrong saw bench.
These days, they’re back to discussing things and making mutual decisions. Life is a lot easier.
Choosing a name for the baby is almost impossible these days. It’s a boy and I have been going through lists on the internet and everywhere else.
At first I thought of something simple like John, with no middle name. Just plain John. Then I thought that some people would start calling him Jack, and even though I like John I don’t like Jack.
I also thought of James. But James sounds a bit snooty and upper class. I like Jim but some people would think it stood for James.
It’s the transmutation of names that bugs me. For example, Bartholomew would get shortened to Bart. Michael would get shortened to Mick or Mike. Richard becomes Dick, Anthony becomes Tony, Bernard becomes Barney. The only way around all this would be to go for something unusual, so that’s where I started looking.
So I considered Zenith and Steinway and Fahrenheit. In the end I settled on Caligula. For a few days and then I changed my mind. Perhaps Reginúlfr. What do you think?
Help! I keep changing my mind. I know I have to decide. He starts school on Monday.
Melissa was going through the Seed Catalogue; at least that is what it was called. The photographs in it were magnificent! There were all colours and shapes and sizes. It was impossible to decide what to get. She would’ve liked to have got almost them all, but that was impossible! They were absolutely gorgeous. Of course, the expert photography helped.
Some were vegetables of course. She wasn’t looking for that. Some of the others looked too pink and prissy – frilly and silly, thought Melissa.
Space was the problem. If she had more room she could select more than one. But one it was. In the end she selected one with a reddish tinge. Delightful! Quite sexy, she thought. And besides, he was a famous concert pianist.