I’ve lost track of how long it’s been since the sun was out, and we aren’t expecting a break in the rain for several days yet. It is impossible to fix a radiator leak—or an electrical short for that matter—when the rain is coming down in sheets. I may be exaggerating just a little, but rain is rain.
It certainly doesn’t help with the varied moods in my house.
My husband and I had an argument last night. It was about dinner—specifically chili. I asked him to help me with a few things while I ran errands, and when I came back, he had gone beyond the scope I asked of him. He was well into the chili construction. This should have been a nice surprise, but unfortunately, we have very different styles of cooking, and my precision chili-making skills do not allow for his experimentation. My masterpiece was ruined. I couldn’t work with the pot of food I was left with, and I didn’t react well. Of course, my reaction set off his and we didn’t speak for the rest of the night.
The worst part of it was, I couldn’t eat the food. It turned out to be more of a bean soup than chili thanks to extra water added to the pot, and my heart just wasn’t in it anymore.
I have a lot of leftovers if anyone is hungry.
My apology came in the form of an unsolicited hug when Mike got home this evening. It wasn’t as romantic as falling on his sword or anything such…but it was perfectly adequate, as apologies go. And everything is right with the world again…except for all this rain.
One thing at a time, I guess.
Until the next time…I’ll be eating leftover bean soup!