'To know that I could whenever I wished.'
These eight words by Robert Gernhardt accompanied by his inimitable smile, came to my mind when Saturday morning I had to learn that my router after only a couple of months 'had breathed his last'.
As the telephone service could not help, they promised to send a new one. And - oh wonder - already this morning it arrived.
So, knocking on wood. :)
Yes, it is not nice to know that I could not if I wished.
Well, probably it depends on one's point of view. While I felt not immoderately amused, Mrs Jeating's words spoken Monday night let me suspect she was highly delighted.
"Ah, Sean, how lovely. I have not seen you so busy in the garden for many weekends. And there is still so much to do."
And when I asked, 'Is it possible I am not completely wrong when hazarding the guess you are gloating over my withdrawal syndrome?', her eyes sparkled while she exclaimed: 'Yessss, I love it'.
I did not finish pondering, yet, what's the (un)hidden message behind these four words. The more as by now I am back on the route(r), knowing that I could whenever I wished.
The Peace of the Night. :)
One man's loss is another woman's gain.
ReplyDeleteMrs Jeating's gain would not be my loss, jmb. It's a pleasure; the more as I recently dreamt I were reborn in sitting posture. :)
ReplyDeleteI bet you felt good breathing in that fresh air and I bet you felt good looking at the work you accomplished!
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