Today is my anniversary. 9 Years ago I married “the husband”. We spent our anniversary working on the pasture and finishing up the water and electricity project. We now have water at the feeding shed. Yippee
But this project did not go off without a hitch. For some reason “husband” and I could not get on the same page with good communication skills. For example, he tells me the vehicle needs to be moved off the driveway so he can freely back up the tractor. No problem – I grab the keys and jump in. He then tells me the best way would be to pull forward and drive through the grass, then circle around to the front. He is really bad about saying things like “See that fence post over at the edge of the fence?” Then I’m left trying to figure out what edge. There are at least 3 edges in the area he just motioned towards. And I’ll say “where?” He’ll say “Over there”. It is really quite frustrating sometimes.
And like today. He was telling me to make sure I swing wide when driving through the yard to avoid driving over the septic lines. He said “you want to pull forward, swing wide and drive up between those two trees.” Here is the view of the two trees he pointed over at.
him: Make sure you swing wide to avoid the septic lines and then drive up through those two over there and then park up the drive way over in the grass.
him: Do you want me to do it?
me: no no, I’ll do it.
him: swing wide!
him: You just did everything I told you not to do.
him: You just drove right over the septic lines.
me: you told me to swing wide and I did! I drove up along the outside of the trees but I am not going to drive on Jerry’s land!
him: That is not Jerry’s land.
me: Yes it is! Because those two trees at the edge are the ones you planted so you could remember where our land stopped and his began.
him: No – I did not plant them on the line.
me: yes you did. You told me a long time ago you did.
him: No I didn’t. I staggered them. The first one is a foot off the line and the second one is even farther off the line.
me: silent…but oh how I am thinking stuff.
him: I’m going to hook the digger to the tractor and pull it while it’s running. I need you to hold the handle down on the digger to keep it running as I back up the tractor and pull it back.
him: make sure you don’t let go of the handle. If it starts jumping and you hit roots you can shift this gear forward. Or you could just let go of this lever here.
me: I’m so confused.
him: would you rather drive the tractor and let me guide the digger?
me: yes I think I’ll drive the tractor.
him: OK. Now when you back up the tractor don’t go fast. I want to make sure you are pulling the digger slowly and there is always slack on the chain.
me: Ummmm, slack on the chain? How can you pull something if there is still slack?
me: Let me do the digger. All I have to do is just hold the handle down so it won’t cut off, right?
( so he is on the tractor – I am holding the massive chomping digger and the decibel level has to be about 500. Then I hear him yelling something over all the noise.)
him: WA CALUMPH NA WHEH YAAAH?
him: DONICKA NA KALIFA YAAAH?
(He cuts off the tractor, hops down and walks over to me.)
him: I was asking you if the digger was staying even as it was digging the hole.
me: DONICKA NA KALIFA? DONICKA NA KALIFA? seriously?!?
(He is silent and just walks back to the tractor.)
But I’m sure he is ‘thinking stuff’. Because I am SO ‘thinking stuff’ right now.
Happy anniversary honey! I love you.
P.S. Be nice to me or I’ll blog about you.