Thursday, April 14, 2016


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?