Everything that could go wrong did go wrong these past several weeks. From our backed-up sewer pipe that breached the basement, to new stove installation that was a disaster start to finish, to Peter’s emergency eye problem, an infuriating parking ticket, and a television on the blink for five days.
The latter was the worst of it, in a way. Television is my husband’s friend. He’ll watch almost anything and lots of it.
This morning, when the technician departed after sorting our t.v. problems and the plumber left after he attached, properly, the gas line to my new range, Peter’s unsolicited hug was a welcome surprise.
“Sorry I’m no use to you anymore,” he said. I hadn’t realized he understood my frustrations dealing with all our problems on my own.
I hugged him back. “I’m sorry too,” I said. “But look, you’re here. That’s good use of you!”
He smiled and gave me another squeeze. It was moment I’ll remember, even if he won’t.