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Originally Posted by GeorgiaMa'am
How cold does it have to get before the outside faucets start to pop off the wall? I can't find my little Styrofoam thingies. I also can't find my waterproof boots. I also can't get the boy to take care of this; something about spiders and snakes in the woodshed where the Styrofoam thingies probably are located. <feeling unprepared>
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I was just reading over some old posts, and this one made me realize how much I not only miss Dixon, but how much I miss having a butch around to help me with household things. I can do some of them myself, and when I was younger I could do a lot more. But Dixon always took on some of the workload, without complaint, without asking if it needed to be done, without pointing out every single little thing he had accomplished because he wanted praise and gratitude. He just did those things. He was an awesome person and partner. Now every little thing in my house that breaks is a reminder of the person I lost and how much I needed him. I miss him so much.
(Don't even mention the boy. He's not mechanically savvy, and he has to be cajoled into doing anything butch-like. He has to be nagged, and when he does anything at all, even the smallest chore, he thinks he deserves to be praised for it. Don't get me wrong, he has his good points and he helps me a lot. I love him. But he's no substitute for Dixon.)