Last Monday was a part one and here, as promised, is the rest of the story.
It is a little past 12:00 p.m and around two weeks later. All the electricity it OUT, my husband would prefer that I not write about him again so I will tell you what happened when “my friend” came home.
I greeted my bestie at the garage door, which I had to manually open. He calls out, with the enthusiasm of a 9 year old. “What is wrong?” “The electricity out?” “Yes”, I said.
Here we go…..
He walks into the garage as quick as knee high snow will let him. He immediately goes to the back porch. For a little while, I hear nothing, nothing at all. The door swings open… There he stands and in his hand is a key and the answers to all our problems, he proudly announced. I swear there were beams of light projecting from somewhere in the background. He looked bigger than life right then. Maybe it was the way he was holding himself
chest out, head up, and chin straight or it could have been the sun setting behind him. In his hand, a little orange box attached to this long cord, which had been pulled in through the doggie door. (Dogs were looking a little suspicious at him) He sits it up on the kitchen island and with great satisfaction… he turns that key he was holding. This thing has a key to start it remotely!! I might need to get my friend to teach me how to use it. It starts up pretty as you please. He, my friend, smiles. Scurry, scurry all over the place pulling extension cord from everywhere. He starts plugging in the electronics. (notice his level of priority) TV – check, internet, router, and computers – check, refrigerator – check, by the way, he listens this time to make sure it is really off then turns and looks at me. I am standing there, apparently and without my knowledge, with a huge sheepish grin on my face. I’m taking it all in. I don’t want to miss a thing. In my mind, I’m writing this story as we go. He gets this serious look on his face and tells me I can not write about any of this. People in town are waving at him that he doesn’t even know and he attributes the friendly nature of folks to my FaceBook notes. Boy, he sure does give me a lot of credit. 😉
I open the refrigerator door and NOTHING! It was not working.
“It’s NOT WORKING” he says with disbelief and a slight panic in his voice. “I told you we should have tested this damn thing out before we really needed it”, my friend says. Unbelievably, he is directing that shout out at me. It could be because I told him I did not want to fool with all the cords and the hassle of moving things here and there when he first got it. It could be because I told him just to leave it until we really needed it, but who really knows why he would take such a tone. -grins-
TV – does not work, internet and router not working. What the……? With a bewildered look on his face, heels dug in and tongue stuck out his mouth, for concentration, he sets to work on the problem. In and out, in and out of the house then a few minutes later, da, da, dah, everything is working. He calls me into the kitchen to receive a general lesson. “You have to make sure all the plugs are in tight”, he tell me. “And see this one, this one you have to turn it a half a turn to the right.” (Big Grin) He is really trying very hard to not show how exhilarated he is. He’s convinced I am going to write about this anyway. He’d be right.
Now we are sitting in the living room. My best friend is feeling quite pleased with himself. Then he looks at me, I could see the excitement building. He asked, “Do you think I should go plow the drive now?” All the while, the snow is being poured out of the sky by the bucket loads.
Thus, is a day in the life of my snow happy husband “friend” deep in the Sacramento Mountains.
All kidding aside, I love it when he is happy. He is my hero, my “friend”.
I won’t breathe a word!..promise!
It is good that you got the electric on again, what a clever little fellow
Thank you for the qt Ms P. And he can be rather clever when he HAS A NEW TOY. Tee Hee
Thank God he’s handy!
Oh believe me Kate, handy he is NOT. But he loves a new toy.
Cute story. Cute ending. Big hearts intertwined. Love it.
We were very close when I wrote this in 2009 and I read it every year. We are getting better and better everyday. Rereading this every year brings back great memories.
I LOVE this post!
Thank you Julie!
I’m sorry to be laughing at your best friend’s expense, but all your comments about writing about him cracked me up.
No problem they crack me up too. He is a wealth of comic relief but most of the time I have to keep it to myself. 😉
Christmas is near. Any new toys on the horizon?
Not yet, but then again it is always a surprise come Christmas morn. He always buys his own. I am not a good gift giver 😉
As it should be. “Friends” are best when they can take you laughing at them, even when you keep it to yourself. 😉
Red.
I think that is the key to keeping my friend. “Keeping most of it to myself” HA
“He is really trying very hard to not show how exhilarated he is.” What a great and insightful sentence. It sounds as though you really are best friends.
We were very close at one time. Life sort of got in the way and we are now trying to put back the pieces. He still has a very special place in my heart.
Very sweet… kudos to you and your “friend.”
Kudos to you and your “friend.”
Oh boy…more tools. Are you sure you aren’t hawking for Home Depot or Lowes? Who could resist improving a relationship with a loved one if they only had some of those wonderful power tools that bring you two so close together? Keep posting. We need the advice on intimacy…or comic relief…which ever applies first.
Oh hilarious!!! this is gorgeous! I LoVe how you write about your friend! i’m following you for sure!! Thankyou and keep writing!
I love a happy ending!