So far today, I have broken the moka pot, the dryer and one of my hearing aids.
PJ and Ruth had a mini-standoff, Lochlan had a one-sided shouting match with Caleb and Matt and Sam abruptly stopped planning their practically non-existent wedding because Sam is having a busy week with other weddings, ironically.
Matt closed the folder that Sam left on the table (without the selections marked that Matt asked him to do in choosing certain aspects of their day) and put it in the recycling bin. He gave me a tired, half-bitter smile and said not to say anything, that he takes it in stride as one of things he loves about Sam, that they'll work it out next week when Sam's schedule levels out.
What do you love? His devastating vulnerability and indecisiveness?
Something like that. Matt laughed.
Lochlan is standing at the counter watching us and sort of stewing in his own bitten-back anger from his morning's completely unresolved altercation.
Sam is the male equivalent of Bridget, Lochlan says abruptly and Matt nods before catching my expression. I turn my jaw slightly to the left and gaze at Lochlan steadily.
Matt whispers Sorry in my face and kisses my cheek on exit. He's heading downtown to run some errands and meet some extended family for lunch. He finds the difference in his weekday schedule versus Sam's end of week+weekend one a little tough but he doesn't say anything because here it is Saturday morning and where is Ben? Sleeping, because he worked around the clock all week. If I'm lucky I'll see him tomorrow when he wakes up.
At least, I hope I will.
On a good note, Gage is loving living here. He loves watching the drama, the waves and the giant movie screen. He loves the wildlife (bears AND coyotes yesterday, two apiece) and he loves the food, though he's incredibly handy at cooking and on a weird schedule that sees him hungry before I can even think about cooking. He loves the people. He's also good at knowing when to leave a room. He salutes and follows Matt out of the room and Lochlan comes around to help empty the dishwasher.
Could you wait until Caleb is back to at least 75% capacity to rip him apart?
Could you not cave in with your heart on your sleeve the moment he drops below that?
Fine.
Fine.
Great day. What do you want to do?
Go down to the beach, draw, drink wine and eat cheese. I smile, thinking he's never going to go for it.
How provincial.
Tell me about it.
I love it. You're taking the high road.
What would I do if I took the low road, exactly?
I'll tell you while we head down to the water. Get your pencils.
