Turns out, he got over it. When he got home this morning, he said he would go prune the shrubs that I asked him to do yesterday. I decided to just let him go without trying to supervise. He went out for about 2 minutes, and then asked me to come out and show him what I want cut. (Big surprise! He hates to be told what to do.)
So I went out and apologized for taking him to the hafla last night. He said he decided to forgive me, because he believed that I didn't know what it was. Then we both laughed about the really fat women dancing with sheets over their faces. It reminded me of what my father always used to say about ballet recitals: "Unbelievable! It's not easy to teach an elephant to dance!" So true in this case.
So he set about cutting the shrubs, and I piled the debris at the street. And we started the banter that we used to do all the time, but haven't done lately. That was really good. It reminded both of us of who we were when we met and were initially attracted to each other, and that had nothing to do with bellydancing. Whew!
