TRH (The Retired Husband) has a morning ritual. Without it his day is ruined. It goes like this –
♥ make a cup of coffee
♥read the daily newspaper. Preferably in its virgin state. (Since retiring he very reluctantly, with loud grunts and groans of “It’s just not the same…” allows me to remove the comics and crosswords page. That is, if he gets up before me which is rare these days.)
♥ make breakfast
♥ get on with the rest of the day….
This morning was a DISASTER. It had been raining heavily all night. When I went out to get the paper from the driveway, still in its plastic shroud, the bottom half of it was soaking wet.
As I came in the door, TRH was heading for the George Clooney coffee machine.
It’s wet? he asked in a plaintive voice, as he reached over and took it out of my hands before it disintegrated into paper mash.
Yes – soaked.
What happened next still has me amazed. He tenderly spread the paper onto the breakfast bar. Then he proceeded to interleave each opening with yesterday’s dry paper. And gently pat it all over.
Speechless, I watched. But I couldn’t help it, I just had to ask what on earth he was doing.
I’m being frugal. Otherwise I would have to go out in the cold and the rain and buy another newspaper.
He was soaking up the water with the dry paper.
Look – it’s working! But you won’t be able to do the crossword, he said grinning.
Having completed the drying, patting and reassembly, he gently picked up the paper and stood in front of the heater until the pages were dry enough to read and turn.
If my brother didn’t have the paint burning gun I would have used that instead, he said. I am grateful that it wasn’t here. Seriously.
By this time his grumbling stomach was ready to break the fast so this morning’s read was done with toast and boiled eggs in hand.
(Pssst – don’t say anything, but when he left the table I did the crossword 😀 )
© Raili Tanska
Steps for Peace
Rituals are the formulas by which harmony is restored. Terry Tempest Williams