Have I ever mentioned that a certain person living here in the Mansion cannot follow a simple instruction? Or exhibit common sense? I'm NOT talking about myself!
CASE 1
Last week when Farmer H got home, I told him as he entered the kitchen door:
"There are a few bags on the back seat to carry in. And you need to bring in a couple of your sodas, because you're out."
Farmer H dutifully went out to the garage to fetch the items. It seemed to be taking a long time, just to pick up bags off the back seat of T-Hoe, and soda from the floor in front of the seat. He finally came in, but I was innernetting on HIPPIE, and didn't question the timing. He had all the bags, and put two six-packs of Diet Mountain Dew under the chair by the kitchen door where he keeps it until it goes in FRIG II.
A couple days later I went to 10Box. I got a couple 12-packs of my Shasta Zero Sugar Cola, and put them in T-Hoe's rear. It looked like Farmer H was running out of his soda again. Only four packs, when I thought there was more. I put my cold groceries on the back seat, so I could grab them to carry inside. And there were FOUR six-packs of Diet Mountain Dew on the floor by the back seat! Taking up room where I could put bags of canned goods, or heavier stuff that would crush my other items on the seat.
This meant that when Farmer H went out to get my groceries off the back seat, he had taken time to open the garage door, go to open T-Hoe's rear, get out his soda, close T-Hoe's rear, close the garage door, and get the bags off the back seat. No wonder it took him so long!
CASE 2
At Easter, we used Kerrygold butter in stick form, on my mom's crystal butter dish. We let it set out at room temperature on the cutting block until we finish that stick, so it's soft. Farmer H had been buttering Hawaiian Rolls to have with his chicken and dumplings this week. I set out his plate and utensils and the rolls, and move the butter dish out beside them. He butters, then puts the lid back on the butter dish and moves it over to the edge out of the way.
Thursday morning, I stood at the cutting block putting ice cubes in my water bottle, and saw the butter dish looking empty! It WAS! Yet Farmer H had put it right back where we keep the warm butter, as if it was still usable, rather than putting the empty butter dish beside the sink. ONLY A STEP AWAY!
CASE 3
This morning at 5:50, Farmer H asked if I had laid out the check he needs for Mick the Mechanic, to pay for two tractor tires.
"Oh! No, I forgot. Bring my purse from the chair by the kitchen table."
Farmer H brought my purse. I got out a check for him.
"Just set it on the table. I'll put it back on the chair when I come in."
That's because I kind of balance it on the corner of a box on that chair, which holds the paid bills and statements for the flip houses. I didn't want my purse to fall off and dump everything.
When I came to the kitchen table later, I saw my purse balanced precariously on one edge of that box, and smashing down the flip house paperwork. It was turned around backwards as well, not where I can reach into it to get the checkbook register, or my winning scratchers to see what I might cash in that day.
I don't know why Farmer H seems to deliberately make everything harder than it needs to be. I flat-out tell him how to do something, and he ignores it. He ignores me when I try to help him, and he makes more work for me when he "thinks" he's helping.
Oh, and that check he wanted? Farmer H had told me the evening before, when he came home. But I am fighting a cold that I'm sure I got from his presumed pneumonia sickness that he is just now about to get over. I can't be expected to remember to tear out a check after he's gone to bed, when I'm busy blowing my nose and coughing up phlegm. So I'm excused for that little oversight...
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