The Little Cabin

and the big cabin aren't big enough for the two of us tonight!  Himself and I had a difference of opinion. Well, an altercation.  No, not that.  We had an unpleasant moment -- and we hadn't even started working on the new cabin!

We got here shortly after 6:00.  Himself went to mowing and I went to talking on the phone.  I called the (potential) plumber and left a message, then called cousin Jim in Texas.  While talking to Jim, I suddenly said, "Jim, I've got to go.  My husband is waving at me from the mower.  There must be a problem."  and we said our goodbyes and hung up quickly.  (usually it takes Jim 30 minutes to say goodbye.) 

Then I went outside and Himself was mowing contently so I pulled some weeds and some wild flowers that were in the way.  I admired the blooming lilacs and the redbud and puttered about.  When suddenly, the calm peaceful evening  was broken by some shrill whistling.  It got my attention.  I looked around.  There's Himself beckoning (just as I had imagined!)  so I drop everything (the weeds) and struggle up the hill.  Himself is glaring and gesturing at some rocks and ends of boards and waving towards the porch.  As the mower is right there and running, the conversation was a bit limited.

Move them?  I ask in charade language?  motioning and mouthing big words. 

MOVE THEM! 

Hands turned up and shrugging . . . I tried to transmit telepathically "I thought we were going to have a rock pile here for drainage?" 

MOVE THEM!

chin down, eyebrows meeting in the middle, eyes small and dark.  He looks like a picture of Thor. 

He's furious . . . MOVE THEM! 

At this level, I can read lips. 

So I did.

I moved them. 

But not cheerfully and not willingly and when I'm speaking to him again, I'll ask him "but I thought we were going to pile rocks here for a natural, drainage water way?"