Last night P and I were discussing our plans for the 4th of July weekend. He’s in the middle of a huge job right now and has been working long days digging holes and building rock walls, in temperatures that would make the equator feel like a refreshing garden spot, for clients who are actually picky enough to specify that they want landscaping that won’t attract bees and doesn’t have any smell.
Of course. Because who wants the annoying fragrance of nature messing up their yard?
Anyway, I told him that I totally understood if he just wanted to hang out and do very little to celebrate our nation’s independence. “In fact,” I said, “it’s been kind of a hectic week for me too and I wouldn’t mind the chance to just relax and do nothing.”
He asked, “Why has your week been hectic?”
“Well, on Sunday we had that birthday party at the pool. Then my mom was in town on Monday and we spent five hours swimming at the hotel and yesterday we had the party at Chuck E. Cheese. On top of that, I had to drive Gulley to Firestone to get her car serviced today before we could go to the pool.”
He just stared at me for a minute and said, “Wow, I feel bad for you with all your pool obligations. Your life is really hard.”
I’m not totally sure, but I think he was being sarcastic.