Last week, my husband told me that he had put a small chunk of extra money on the bill for his business equipment to pay it off sooner. This was after I had been to the doctor and said doctor had mentioned the possibility of cancer. Have I mentioned that we don’t have health insurance? Only catastrophic insurance? That means we pay doctor bills out of pocket. Only if there is an accident will insurance cover anything. So, here we have the possibility of having very high medical bills, but he decides that now is the right time to pay extra on the business equipment.
After we moved here, I wanted a tiller to work the “soil” to start a garden. He found a tiller for me. He actually found two tillers for me. Neither one has ever worked. I eventually found a better way for me to garden, so I didn’t need the tillers that didn’t work anyway. Yesterday, he told me he was going to take a tiller to a small engine repair shop so he could till the place where he has started a vegetable garden. I told him that I thought he had already used his dad’s tractor to plow the ground. He said he did, but he (now, when he wants to use it) wants to have the tiller fixed so he can grind the clumps up smaller.
This evening he came home with a present for me. It is a plant. Fine. I like plants. It is a chocolate mint. Fine. I love chocolate mint. I have grown chocolate mint for years. I asked him if he knew that I already had chocolate mint. He said he did know that, but now I have another one. So I very graciously told him thank you.
Have you ever grown mint? If you’ve grown mint, then you know that the problem with mints is that they spread. Quickly. Abundantly. You never lack having a mint plant if you want one once you have a mint plant. It is so easy to just dig up a runner and plant it. So, in case this isn’t clear, he brought me a plant that I already had that is very easily propagated. Essentially, a present that is nothing I needed, wanted, desired, have any use for, has no special meaning, etc.
Yeah. I know. “It’s the thought that counts.” (Really?) Yeah. I know. I sound petty.