When Dearly Beloved is at the beach-house-not-on-the-beach without me, he sends photos to show me the progress on his Honey-Do list.
This one noted, “Your Jackass has fixed the blinds.”
Yes, that is a rubber band and a paper clip.
The last time he went to the beach ahead of me, I asked him to water Big Ugly, the scrawny, mostly naked Dracaena plant that defies all odds by surviving weeks without water. DB assured me that it was fine. When I arrived a few days later, the poor thing was so dry that the soil had pulled away from the sides of the pot and the rug looked like autumn had struck in that corner. Here’s evidence that “fine” is a relative term.
The plant was one step away from collapsing completely and crawling out of its own pot toward the one in the bathroom in search of a drink of toilet water.
(Note to my friends: Should I ever be at the mercy of DB’s tender loving nursing care, please come and check on me personally, since his “She’s fine!” might really mean “Not dead quite yet.”)
He delights in sending photos from his walks on the beach to the rest of the family. The Subject line on this one: “Sometimes I think I should be on the golf course” and the message was:
I could use some beach time myself, trying to repair wardrobe malfunction damage from the day I sat in the Georgia sun during four soccer games a few weeks ago. Since the day was chilly, I did so wearing long pants and socks, and sitting under a blanket. Looks like a few inches remained exposed on my left leg:
Unless I figure something out, I’ll be going through winter looking like I spent the summer in one sock.
Dearly Beloved takes all of his pictures with his trusty iPhone. This one should reassure BroJoe that there won’t be any family competition to his dragonfly photos.
Yikes! Hard to believe it’s the same insect as these little guys.
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