B and I are both romantics at heart to a greater or lesser extent – she lesser, me greater. With Valentine’s Day coming up, we talked about gifts to each other – shall we? And if so, what?
My mother had a neighbour who always complained after she had been given flowers. “You can’t eat flowers,” was her usual grumble. B loves flowers, but she knows the exorbitant cost of a bunch nowadays, so she told me, “No flowers.” Now I am fully aware that when a women says, “No”, she almost always means, “Yes,” or even, “Of course, you twit, why do you even ask?!” But this time she said it in that emphatic tone of voice that tells me she means what she says.
I know that she would love chocolates, but have you seen the price of those minuscule hart-shaped chocolates? It is to die for! The price, not the chocolates. So she is getting a slab of chocolate with a red cover – I’ll just nibble off the edges for her so it looks like a heart. Not acceptable? Tough. She will love it and my creativity.
When we discussed gifts, the very tight purse strings was on top of the list of discussion points. We have to pay off the mortgage on the house and there are quite a few major home improvements we still need to do, like painting the inside of the house, paving, replacing the roof of the back porch, and… and… and… Just when we think we have enough money for the next project, the fridge decides to give up the ghost. [Does a fridge have a soul? Where do fridge souls go – the North Pole? Never mind, I am getting sidetracked here]. Or our oversized domestic steps on pooch’s leg. [Nothing broken, just a painful and stiff elbow, so she walks like Jake the Peg with his extra leg, probably to get more sympathy. Poor baby. Poor purse. Why are animal doctors more expensive than human doctors? Sorry, I’m going off on another tangent again].
In the end we decided: no gifts. Just lunch at our favourite (and cheapest) steakhouse – ribs and chips. [That’s fries in Americanese – from where do Americans get these weird words? Venus? Mars? Pluto? (The Disney one, not the planet!) 😀 Oops, another diversion].
Where was I? Oh, the lack of gifts. Yeah, none, zero, zilch, nada. But then, with the house being covered in dust from the tiling project reaching completion in the kitchen, I took a pic of the progress and while looking at it, we both realized: the mosaic tiles we had chosen, are red. A Valentine’s red. We smiled at each other – our Valentine’s gift to each other: red tiles in the kitchen. Steaming hot, don’t you agree? 😀
Now if I can only get B to cook…