I went to pull the comforter up on the bed this morning and noticed that last night Mark threw the extra bed pillows onto my dresser prior to going to bed. We haven’t any protocol as to where to put these pillows so that they are both safe from pet hair and out of our way. As I retrieved them for the bed, I saw that when he put them there he had knocked down an antique vase that I keep on display there. It had belonged to my grandmother.
Damn it! I could feel the anger rise like heat inside me along with a liturgy of past evidence of his carelessness.
I picked it up slowly, fearing a chip in the thin rose glass. And as I brought it upright I heard a jingle like little glass pieces fallen inside it. But . . . no . . . it was a couple of favorite silver hair barrettes I had been missing . . . now found. The vase was fine. My emotions settled and I took a deep breath.
Even though he had already gone to work, I could imagine Mark singing the song he saves for such moments “ I ammmmmmmmmmmm an innocent ma-aa-annnnn! (Billy Joel) His dramatic high notes make me laugh. And as soon as he gets me smiling, he follows with his announcer voice, “C-A, Arita! Crisis averted!” He’s okay, my guy. A little careless sometimes, but – who cares.
What was I thinking when I put my barrettes in there? We are a good match, Mark and I.
