For the Every Day

I've lived with the Man for eight years. Today had me thinking how much more difficult life would be without a mate. It's not that I wouldn't have gotten by these last few days if I had been alone, but today was so much easier. My car's battery died today. I fortunately was not far from home, and I was grateful for not being at the job site I go to that's fifty miles one way. Life is easier when you live with a Man who has four cars, because I was just able to get one from "the fleet" so I could continue my day. Yes, four cars. All parked on the streets of Chicago, except for the one with no door that's been on my side of the garage for months. Fodder for another post. It's easier when you live with a Man who's friends with a mechanic. A few hours later, and my car is operational again. One thing about the Man--he doesn't get the knitting thing. He doesn't care if I make him another sweater (I made him one nine years ago--before I ever knew about a boyfriend curse!). "How did I end up with you?" I ask, about the knitting thing, and we both laugh. It's fun to share the mundane and the surprises of every day life with the Man. Piccolo loves him, too.