I know he's trying to help me write the material but...

Brrrrr…I am sitting in my husband’s home office, as I type this. We recently decided I could stay home and entertain my writing career and would start using his office as “my own”. Never mind, the motocross trophies, dirt bike photos and endless cords for which I am about to trip on and break my neck. I am at peace. It is quiet. I am concentratin…until my sweet and supportive husband comes in to make things better for me. He decides that opening the French doors, (I don’t know if they even came from France) to the front courtyard for some sunlight. To which, I thanked him for the offer and continued to write. I realized my former topic on: “the over due thank you” sucked and decided to write about this interruption instead. He is after all, my material!


Now, I am sitting at the desk, with frostbitten fingers, and my teeth are chattering because its so damn cold outside. I hear the diesel engine of a Sparkletts truck driving by. So, who is not “going green” by drinking tap from the faucet in my neighborhood? You know the water is the same crap they put in those lovely labelled plastic bottles for $1.-$3. a piece. I catch the sound of squeaky brakes of the garbage truck who still by the way hasn’t taken our ancient, blue pool cover… (okay, I am not “green” either) for nearly two weeks. Although, I did write a kind sign on the cover: “This is Trash”. Oh, and the sound of rustling leaves, birds singing and a dog barking at nothing. Its enough to cry. I am not at peace. The outside is too noisy. Nature is irritating. I need the quiet hmm of the TV in the background. A washing machine, ahhh…maybe the dishwasher too. This really sucks. More than that other story. Thanks for the material today...