Vince wanted to go to town this morning. I asked what he needed and really couldn’t think of anything. He’s been to town every day for the past week, except one. Really, I’m betting he’s been to town every day for the past two weeks except the one day this week when it was raining pretty much all day. I don’t mind so long as (1) he’s happy to go without me and (2) all the junk he buys goes into the shop and not into the house or into the garage.
This morning I said “I think I’ll make tuna salad for lunch.” Cook the eggs in the pressure cooker – no mess on the stove or tile. Vince said “Oh, good. I wanted tuna salad yesterday!” I asked why he didn’t tell me and he said “Because you aren’t cooking til the kitchen is finished.” Glad he got that message. This morning he grouted the pencil tile and IF we’re lucky, tomorrow he’ll seal the grout and we’ll be done with this project.
About an hour later, Vince said “What are we going to use for bread?” We just bought bread probably Wednesday. Nope, I think there are only two pieces left. Then he said “I’ll run to Walmart.” I said “NO! I have a grocery order coming this evening. I’ll add bread to the order.” I looked and there were three pieces of bread so . . a whole sandwich for him and half a sandwich for me. That was good.
Several times Vince said “Do you need anything from the store? I’ll go!” Nope, don’t need anything from the store but thanks!”
A few minutes ago, he said “I feel like I want to go to the fleal market and walk around without being rushed.” Huh? Rushed?
So, he’s off to the flea market and goodness knows where else he’ll stop but, I’m thanful he’s doing what he enjoys and that he’s happy to go alone.