Ten.Seven Hundred & Seventy-Three
I close my eyes again.
I step outside to capture a little bit of the sky. Whatever coolness is here will be gone soon.
I put in another load. I start to fold. I decide to take a break and move the sofa. I gently separate the pieces and move each one across the room. I just really feel like you should be looking out the window when you sit in this room.
Now, where do I put everything else?
Sometimes you just do things based on feel and it’s usually the right choice.
I decide that tonight will be an eat-everything-that’s-in-the-fridge kind of night. There’s no baseball. It will be a slow evening.
I tell him that what I learned was to stop judging. This was an instance where I was totally wrong. Maybe not totally. And this is also why I like to get to know people in their homes; to get a truer sense of them.
I am also aware that I can come off as unapproachable.
“Oh, I get it.”