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I think I should be writing in this blog each water aerobics day. This morning we left and Roland mentions we have plenty of time to get to the class. I like to be early and for him 15 minutes early is plenty of time. In most cases I would agree. So I thought as we were driving over to the club why do I need to be there early and why does he not care. Then I realized that he does not need to worry about his “spot.” He is most the time the only man there and he is tall. He can be where ever in the pool Me I am shorter about 5′4″ as are most of the other women in the class. So if one is later, one does not get a “good spot.” This would mean that the water level is either going to be too high or too low. Today however it was not a problem.
Roland gets out of the pool early and I wondered why. He says he is pooped ! Later he says that he slipped on the blue line and went got wet. I am thinking well we are already wet, but wet meant his head went under the water and he twisted his knee. So we are at the post office and I mentioned that we were close to Ranae’s shop which has cinnamon rolls. Roland says he cannot run to the store but he could walk. Twisted knee and almost most drowned body. He goes to get some healing help. I go to the post office. He comes back with two bags of “medicine” one is a cinnamon twist and the other looks like pumpkin bread with icing.
We get to the house and are in the garage and I ask him to get two boxes of butter so I can make cookies today for the prison and the missionaries who are coming to dinner. He then wonders if he could get 3 boxes so he can have some cookies too !! I had to laugh. He says I only make cookies when someone is coming over or when I am taking them to someone. In part it is true. Only because this year trying to get the weight off does not help when I make cookies. So today I will take out the duct tape, maybe pink in color and bake away. No cookies for Nina today.
My husband makes me smile, especially when it involves eating the sweeter things in life. Just a normal morning here in Pocatello, Idaho