SG's "Plant for Mummy"
First of all, we have SG here for the morning. We also had him last evening for a couple of hours. We have been to *Bunnings this morning.
SG, "O Yay! I love going to Bunnings!" It is true. We have taken him with us before, & he sees enchantment whereever he looks. But his favourite place in the whole shop is the garden section, with all the plants.
He wanted to buy some flowers for his mother. He was adamant. We looked at the plants in the pots. He declared several to be "Perfect for my mum!" In the end he chose the one above. He was so happy & proud to bring it home in a little box.
Now, he tells me he wants to plant it in our garden, & "Mum can come & visit it!" Not for long, with my brown thumbs!
The house is finished, all painted. Looks much improved. Now GOM is painting the screen door. I am not sure why he is doing it, but I daren't ask.
He seemed to have some sort of 'brain snap' earlier this morning. He came rampaging into my little sanctuary. Started pulling papers about, ranting about, why dont I tidy it up. "It is bloody disgusting!"
"I want to have a room all to myself!" ( I will spare everyone the various retorts that sprung to mind... suffice to say 'padded', & 'locked', amongst vairous other things, came into it.)
I fired back, he has the double garage, & I am almost too scared to set foot in it. Wouldnt matter if I did, as he has everything cunningly stashed so as to be inaccessible, & invisible.
His head, by now was beginning to look like a 'target', to my eye.
I told him to get out, in more or less polite terms. I thought blue expletives, but SG was present. He was rather startled. He wondered what came over GOM.
Gom started ranting about the Hug of bears, which is, perhaps, getting a little out of hand. So I finally cracked & roared back at him.
How dare he. When he has been an untidy pig for the whole of our marriage. His clothes lay strewn about, his shoes discarded for days, socks tossed off & left. Occasionally I would 'go on strike' & leave them there...till I couldnt stand it any longer.
Huff vibes were positively dancing off his shoulders! He quivered in rage. Perhaps I was beginning to look like his target!
He stomped off out. SG asked if we were still going to Bunnings.
"Yes" snapped GOM, "And you'd better ask the old grouch if she wants to come too".
The soothing sights in Bunnings seemed to calm GOM down. He even became quite pleasant again.
And they say women are unpredictable. Sheesh!
I have concluded his new found fetishes for the pantry & his idea of 'tidy' must be his way of coping with his loss of a job- well he is 70, so he knew he couldnt work forever, but I suspect he had hoped he could. It his little power play for control.
It does come rather hard, after being the 'boss' of the house so speak. For all those years I could be responsible for it, & basically he didnt give a rats. But now he is seeking for new balance I suppose. And, being a Leo, & a natural 'leader' & being used to being 'Boss', I guess it is hard.
These are rocky times. Most of the time though, he is fairly placid, if a little obsessed over the pantry.
And in spite of 'dark thoughts' we have never come to blows.
Just the odd verbal stoush.
* For those of you not living in Oz, Bunnings is a large Hardware shop chain.