The
other day Carlos said to me:
“I
have good news.”
“What
is it?”
“I
will be out of the house for a while tomorrow.”
I
shouted, “Thank you Jesus” and threw myself to the ground in ecstasy, as Carlos
continued:
“I
have a translation in Columbia at …”
“I
don’t need details, let me savor the thought.”
It
all faded away as I smiled at the idea
of being home alone. I am a person who doesn’t mind being alone, in fact, I
like it sometimes, but with Carlos working only from home during the pandemic,
and me working from home two or three days a week, he’s always around. So I
reveled in my joy.
The
next day came and off he went. I puttered around the house, read a book,
listened to music, did some laundry, sat on the ack deck with Tuxedo, and a few
hours later Carlos called and told me he had a surprise; I said:
“You’re
staying out?”
“No.
I have a surprise for you.”
“Yeah,
you’re staying out?” “No. I’ll give it to you when I get home.”
I
thought, Mitchell brings San Geraldo flowers every so often, so maybe it’s
flowers? Nope. Even better … a Chori-Pollo dinner from one of our local Mexican
restaurants. He knows me so well.
My
husband. I think I’ll keep him. |