The tiger and the clothesline
GRIN # 310
Ah, what a weekend.
Thanksgiving was great, but truthfully we worked our tails off.
For Jerry’s business, Apex Autoworks, we enter a float every year in our town’s local Christmas Parade. It’s become tradition. And it’s our turn to host the after-party.
Until I asked Jerry to hang a clothesline in the bonus room. I saw the idea in a magazine; it’s a way to display your kid’s artwork.
Jerry was instantly disgusted by this idea. He hates putting holes into the wall for any reason, but I could tell nailing up a clothesline might be his undoing.
He sighed so hard he almost shuddered.
“Let me go get the ladder AND the stud-finder,” he said.
“We’re just hanging paper. It doesn’t need to be in a stud.”
“Paper is a lot heavier than you think!” he heaved. “Do you think a nail is just going to stick into the sheetrock?”
“Noooo,” he said, stomping down the stairs.
“Mom, why is dad so mad?” Tyler asked.
I waved him off. “Dad just gets this way when he has to hang something. He’ll be okay in a little bit.”
And he was. Two hours later Jerry was eating more corn pudding (the dish that never made it to Thanksgiving), with a giant glop of my not-so-easy minestrone on top.
This weekend, I fed the Tiger and made it hang a clothesline.
The fact that the ladder is still in the bonus room is incidental.