Wednesday, January 6, 2010
A Tote, Text and Pain
I hurt. I can't bend, cough, laugh or sneeze without pain shooting up. And it's my own fault although I'm taking a page out of hubby's book and blaming someone esle - namely him!
So I sent this text to Nelson via my new cell phone:
Nelson responded with: Will check
Satsified, I settled down to read a book. Several minutes passed and then the following texts were exchanged between hubby and I:
Nelson: Purple ok
Nelson: 50 bucks
Me: Whaddya mean? 50 bucks? for a tote?
Nelson: Confused now whats a tote
Me: Where are you?
Nelson: Have a 4 piece tote that has wheels
Nelson: front cash waiting for help
Me: On my way!
I scrambled from the van, intent on catching him before he wasted 50 dollars on something we didn't need especially with Christmas bills coming in. The sunny day sported a temp of about -37C/-35F with the windshield. Head down, I rushed across the pedestrian crosswalk in from of Walmart trying not to hold up the waiting cars. Just a few feet from the curb, it happened...I slipped on ice. My momentum pushed me forward and I fell down upon the curb just under my bra near the bottom of my rib cage. Ouch! It hurt! I dragged myself up, grabbed my snowy purse, and kept rushing toward the doors, only pausing for a second or two to brush snow off my knees. I thought for sure my jeans were ripped but no, nothing. I swept in through the Walmart doors to find Nelson waiting, a purple suitcase in his hand. I shook my head, told him to meet me in 'Plastics' and then went off to nurse my pride.
Of course, this whole scenario comes down to mis-communication which is the bane of most marriages. I thought Nelson would remember how we bussed Crystal her things, just like I assumed he'd know you don't send dishes and a coffee machine in a suitcase.
On the other hand, at church on Sunday, Nelson asked a friend what he thought a tote was. The man answered a suitcase. But the man's wife answered a Rubbermaid tote. I guess it's just one of those, 'Women are from Venus, Men are from Mars' things.
So here I am, 3 days after the fact with sore arms and bruised ribs and knees. It's painful to bend, laugh, sneeze and cough. And I still have my cold although it's waning.
On the bright side, Crystal is safely back in Vancouver and Jessie is safely back in Calgary. Nelson is working today and it's the boys' first day back at school. Which means for the first time in 2 wks, I am alone.
Due to my ribs, I feel best in a sitting position with my back straight...perfect writing position. Now, back to Emma's story...where was I...oh yes, the night before the big rescue...oh, this is so exciting...
So, how are you starting off the New Year? Happy, anxious, depressed?