Tuesday, November 27, 2007
When this old world starts getting me down...
(yep, that's my husband)
Last week, as I was pulling out of my driveway, I just happened to look...UP.
Lo and behold, there was Mr. Cruisin atop...the roof.
This is the same man who has fallen off a ladder and twisted his ankle, fallen off a ladder and broken his toe, been knocked in the head while dumpster diving for accidentally thrown away keys...is this really the same man who should be up on a roof?
I don't think so.
So, how was I to drive off, while my husband was up on the roof? Everything ran through my mind...
-Maybe I should bring him his cell phone, so when he goes tumbling, he could call 911 to come scoop him up.
-Maybe I should sit there until he comes safely down from the roof.
-Maybe I should yell and scream at him for going up on the roof at his age, after breaking a toe, and twisting an ankle (which, by the way, he is still hobbling on, but of course won't admit it).
In other words, should I be an annoying, overbearing, controlling, protective wife, or should I be cool, calm, collected?
Well, hard to believe...but I drove off, putting all images out of my mind of Mr. Cruisin sliding off the roof to his doom.
While driving myself to my destination, not thinking about my husband's demise...my cell phone rang.
"Hi, it's me, Mr. Cruisin" (yes, of course he always identifies himself this way)
"Just thought you'd like to know...I'm off the roof".
OH MY GAWD...how sweet was that? Does this man know me, or WHAT?
And of course, in my own cool way, I calmly answered...
"OH, were you up on the roof?...hadn't noticed".