
Spent the weekend, up north at our new home, though it was more work than play with all the remodeling we have been doing. We are replacing an old and smelly carpet with a beautiful tile floor in our basement family room; Bill is laying the tile and I am doing the grout! Okay, I didn’t even know what grout was until I met Bill, but Bill and I believe in doing things, together and no way am I going to be left out when it comes to a project in our new home.
As I slaved away on the floor with the grout bucket, though, my thoughts couldn’t help but wander to all the things I will be doing instead of laying grout. I couldn’t help but wonder, for instance, as I splattered more grout in those cracks, what pictures I could be taking with my
digital cameras and my film cameras at that very moment; I couldn’t help but wonder what birds I was missing in my
birding binoculars; I couldn’t help but wonder what birds I could be seeing in the
spotting scope, set up in the yard, just waiting for me; I couldn’t help but wonder what fish I could be catching in the lake. You get the idea. I am definitely not an indoor person. The outdoors always calls, relentlessly and without mercy, especially when it is waiting right outside my door. The birds, chipmunks and squirrels chattering away didn’t help, either.
That’s when I told Bill he should take a break. He didn’t buy it. He has inhuman endurance. Okay, I told him, maybe I should wait on the grout until the new section of tiles had the cement dry a bit more. I wouldn’t want to bump any tiles out of place, after all. He bought it.
I grabbed the digital camera and made it to the kayak in record time.