Stew is done! H finally came in. Noticed the football game on tv and walked over and sat down on the couch. I didn't say anything, I just put food on my plate and sat down at the table. He got up and put food on his plate, sat down across from me, and we ate, and even talked a little and he made a joke about the bread. It all turned out just fine. Moral of the story - don't let yourself stew about what might happen when the steak and potatoes and corn are still cooking.
Oh, and I should explain why he was outside so late? Remember the hay stacks that I couldn't let get to zero? they get to zero now. I'm not rushing out to do it all myself. If it gets low or runs out, it's not 100% my problem. I'm busy too, this is a joint effort to run this place. I never signed on for single duty.
Seemed a little weird to be so traditional tonight in husband and wife rolls. I had supper cooking and did chores, H worked outside and when he came we both ate. And then I did dishes while he went and sat on the couch and watched football playoffs. Traditional has hardly ever been traditional for us.
It's just this nagging feeling that I can't shake.
Live your life while you are still living. Riding the trail less traveled.
H finally came in. Noticed the football game on tv and walked over and sat down on the couch. I didn't say anything, I just put food on my plate and sat down at the table. He got up and put food on his plate, sat down across from me, and we ate, and even talked a little and he made a joke about the bread. It all turned out just fine. Moral of the story - don't let yourself stew about what might happen when the steak and potatoes and corn are still cooking. 
