In June it will be a year since I took Mom's mom's mother's mottoware from the top of the fridge and shoved it into boxes under a bed so that Scott could install the new kitchen cabinets.
"I need a favour," I said to him this morning over coffee. "Please get the shelves up so I can display those old dishes again. I hate having them shoved away out of sight."
"I'm trying," was his response.
Fair enough, I thought.
I need a retired boyfriend with carpentry skills. Know anyone?