We watched the Winter Olympics yesterday, and Megan and I sat on the
couch. She leaned on me in a rare snuggle. I was very happy. I kissed
the top of her head and looked down at her face. Her eyelashes are
stunning. They’re long, of course, and perfectly curved. They also
possess a remarkable color and sheen, and are splayed and spaced in a
manner I imagine one finds only in brushes used to paint unforgettable
skies in rare, classic art. They are exquisite. They are also, I
noticed, the only feature not contorted when crabbiness sets in, unlike
her twisted lips and brow, her wrinkled nose, her sagging neck, and her
miserably slumped shoulders. Oh Megan, lighten up.
If
there is a world record for the number of drawers, cabinets, and
cupboards a person can leave open simultaneously, Megan has it. She’s a
world champion! She starts with the drawers in her dresser, digging for
the perfect outfit. Next, after her bathroom to-dos, she flightily
leaves open the drawers and doors under her sink. We’re off to a good
start. Then, with teeth and hair brushed, and maybe moisturized and
spritzed with perfume, Megan heads to the kitchen. The cupboards here
are easy pickin's; a finicky snack-maker can rummage through all kinds
of things. There’s food, utensils, you name it! So much to leave
unclosed! Back in her bedroom, the drawers in Megan's desk and two
bedside tables are permanently ajar; they store books, lip gloss,
Kleenex, stickers, and other necessities like useless scraps of paper.
Finally, there’s the art supply cabinet, the dryer door (shame on me for
being a slow laundry-folder), and the two pantry-closets with towels
and band-aids, respectively. (Megan is less of a band-aid addict than
before, but still prone to abuse.) Repositories of every size, shape,
and function are left wide open, their contents and clutter flapping in
the breeze. It’s a scene of glorious dishevelment! If we can add in the
dishwasher door (shame on me again), it’s official, a NEW WORLD RECORD!
I’m so proud. And then, as a kind of encore, Megan leaves all the lights
on.... I still love her though. Quite a bit, actually. Like
indescribably. Despite a few things. And – despite a few things – I hope
she always loves me.
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