overheard...

in our house at 6 a.m. this Memorial Day morning.
     We're still asleep when a thunderstorm started very suddenly.  My husband said to me, "Oh no!  The kitchen windows are open!"
     I figured, "What the heck, I might as well get up to get the windows since the cats will likely make me get up soon anyway..."
     I got up and closed the kitchen windows.  My husband followed me downstairs.  He's in his underwear standing slightly off kilter, his regular posture.  I don't know why I felt the need to share that - it's more that I have this silly image of him in my mind that I'd like to recapture later when I read this.
    As I head toward the stairs which lead to our bedroom, H. says, "The newspaper already got here.  It's on the lawn." (Ya llego' el periodico - etc.)
     Well, he's in his tighty whities (whiteys???) and I at least have on an attractive pajama ... So, without a word, I walked out into the rain to retrieve the newspaper.
     I came in and handed him the newspaper and, as I started back up the stairs, H said to me, "Are the car windows closed?"
     That put me past my willing to be nice and take a hint quota for the day --"YES!" 
 
     Later I laughed my head off as I replayed that conversation for my husband.  The way he never actually asked me to do anything... He was able to laugh about it also (a leetle bit), but, in his defense, he said he'd gone out himself to check on the car windows.  He can't help it - There's that little obsessive-compulsive part of him.
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A little later that same day, my son and I had an interesting conversation.
     L had to go to a band event at the memorial Day celebration in our town. He had three sheets of music and, as he was preparing to leave the house, he asked for a folder.
      I asked him if he wanted me to somehow attach the sheet music to the folder to make it more secure for playing outside.
     "No," he said.
     I insisted a bit... "It'll be easy to do... If I don't, it could blow away."
     "NO," he insisted.  "It WON’T blow away."
     He was so adamant that I can't resist the temptation of an advance-told-you-so, “OK, remember, I’ll be there to witness it if your music blows away.”
     “It WON’T blow away!”
GUESS WHAT I SAW AT THE EVENT? Lucas’s music blew away and he had to chase it down (he denies "chasing it"– According to him he just took a step or two) – Seriously, a step or two which took him through the row of players in front of him... whether or not that counts as "chasing" is academic.  No?
     He played that song with some of his music between his knees and then he clipped it into his folder. Turns out that they had clothes pins there for the players, but Lucas hadn’t put his on his music... Say, what??  My son the optimist, who'd've thought?
     Within 60 seconds of him walking into our house afterward, I admit - his dad and I had our little gloat.  I'm only human.  I was  begging him to just say, “YOU WERE RIGHT, MOM,” but he refused.