Kitchen Window memories

Our kitchen window looks out over our front yard, a tree is off the the right, as is the driveway. A few years ago, we replaced the window. It seems wider, but it really itsn't. The window design is just different. It opens by pushing up instead of vertically. Therefore, the view is wider when looking out of it. This morning, as I was looking out at the still clean bright white untouched snow, the memories of moments at the window came to the surface. I have stood there many times by myself waiting for kids or Bruce or company to arrive. Bruce was always an "on-time" guy. In fact, he hated that I was always a "bit-late lady". He was always waiting for me to go with him somewhere. I was always in the bathroom doing my last minute primping. He would then tell me in his loud verbal almost vibrato tone. "Deeeeerar you have 5 minutes to get your 'ass' in the car!", then...a minute later, "Deeerar, you now have 4 minutes to get your ass out in the car!" He might continue this banter for a few more minutes. Then, he would then go out to the car...and turn it on and then, I would be scurrying to get out there. He wasn't angry..just impatient with me and... HE DIDN'T LIKE TO BE LATE!

While I am on the subject of ass...he used that word a lot in some endearing ways. Most wives might have been offended, but I rather enjoyed his 'ways'! I had gone on Weight Watchers about 5 years ago, stuck with the program for an entire year and had dropped about 18#. For me, that was quite a feat. As I was losing weight, Bruce would be very complimentary to me. And usually it was toward my backside. There became a point back then, that he told me that my ass was looking "nice" ! Any woman would take that as a compliment. As I got to the lowest I had been in weight in a long time ( and haven't been there since) , he then told me I had "no ass". In a sick way, I liked that endearment! ( I still had one, don't envision me as a waif, I never was that!. Since that is where my weight accrues, it did look smaller!) I stopped going to W.W.'s, and I began to put on a few pounds, I then noticed him saying, "nice ass" again, instead of "no ass".. We had many laughs over these silly remarks. I would say to him, "So, my ass must be getting bigger, because you say it is nice now!" Regardless of the size of my backside, over the years...since that time, Bruce realized that how he described my "ass" to me made a difference. In the past few years, he began to say I had a "perfect ass"!! All of this ass talk was just part of our back and forth, this and that stuff that husbands and wives do to tease, to show we care about one another and most importantly to demonstrate that we loved one another.
Well, one never knows where a memory of kitchen window will lead do they?

Getting back to the view - I am missing seeing him pull out of the driveway in the morning, coming home for lunch, and again at night. I am missing us looking out of the window together to see if the kids have arrived for dinner on Friday night, or if LUKER as Bruce called him has pulled up out in front. I miss our banter about the way the kids parked their cars behind ours..now someone will have to move their car, so the car in front can get out! I miss how we looked forward to spring coming, noticing the strength of the sun coming in the window. And I know for sure, I am going to miss how we noticed the birds! If Bruce saw a certain bird at the feeder, he would call to me to come look... and I would do the same. Cardinals in particular we enjoyed. Last year, I fixed up our bird bath. It is off to the left in our front yard. We would have to get way over to the right of the window to peer out at the birds bathing! This too, we did together.

I wonder if the pair of mallard ducks will be back this spring? I hope so. For the past few years, we had a pair of ducks who thought our pool was their mating ground. Even before the cover came off, this pair would land and swim in the stagnent melted snow/water/dead leaves..their private pond. Bruce usually noticed them arriving and landing and swimming. I will have to keep an eye out for our friends.

Monday mornings, doo, doo, doodoo...by the Mamas and Papa's tune came into my head as I wrote that. I can't remember the words right now, but the tune is there and the blues of the tune is how I feel right now. I know that as the moments of today move forward, my mood will too. Right now, I am savoring the Monday morning memories that are soaking in. It is good for me to remember all of the above. Whatever the emotions and personal memories that are sweeping over you as you read this, allow them to happen. Life is all around us today, even in our memories. Have a good Monday. Deb

ps. And yes, I am missing the 'ass comments' too!