Murder Attempt?

 I will give it another try. Here lately I will begin a post and be deep into my dialogue when suddenly my computer freezes and then goes blank. When I get it back up and running, everything is gone. All my witty words and incorrect sentence structures are gone like a puff of wind!

Of course, by them I am so irritated that I can't get back my thoughts and I just give up and do something else. How often does this happen? Too many times to count!

We decided to power wash the screened in deck. I moved as much stuff as I could while the man was at the Huddle House scarfing up his cholesterol and fat laden breakfast. I know how very impatient he can be. He must have eaten in a hurry because he was back before I made a dent in all the stuff I preferred did not get saturated with water.

He busied himself with the equipment. He occasionally asked for my assistance (Here, hold this). It irked me a little since I was doing the lion's share of the actual labor involved. All he wanted to do was spray the water and then tell me how much dirt he removed. "No, don't sweep, the power washer will get it." Well, duh! I was sweeping up all the doghair and trash. I didn't want to go out in the yard later and bend over and pick it up.

This may sound mean, but I am so much smarter than he is! Really, just a difference in how we approach a project, I suppose. But I do feel a bit superior since I can see the results that will occur if things are handled in a methodical manner. 

Yesterday we got a big start, and he got the entire long side done with the screens in it. We have shades, as well, and they are nice and clean, too. But the over spray had everything pretty damp. It stormed off and on all day, and I finally came in to get supper started. I heard the washer turn on and thought maybe he missed a spot and hit it again.

I went on about my business of household engineering and was making the bed when I happened to see a giant spray of water hit my beans and squash! Knocked all the blossoms off the squash. I was not happy. Still, I went on doing my chores and even baked chocolate chip cookies. I don't care for them and told the man with heavy handed power washing technique that I made them to reward him. I didn't really. I cleaned out my pantry and discovered the many bags of chocolate chips stored away and decided they needed to be used up.

This morning, I went out to get started moving the stuff on the other side of the porch. Since that side is next to the house, there was a lot more ....... and most of it was soggy wet! He just had to try to power wash around the stuff. He went to his usual eatery for breakfast and came back and plopped down in his recliner until 1:00. I said we should get going on the porch and he got all huffy.

I know him too well. He would be content to let it go half done for a week if I didn't say anything. Perfectly okay if he wants to live in chaos, as long as he chooses to live alone! I can't stand it and had to take melatonin to get to sleep last night. It makes me anxious to be around a mess.

So, today while I was covering things with a plastic tarp and bending over to put the tarp in place, he decided to go ahead and pre-spray with a bleach solution. The fumes nearly knocked me out! I started coughing and couldn't get my breath, much less walk away. I coughed until I threw up and then my bladder decided to join in the fun and now I am sitting inside, having had a shower and put on dry clothes.

I would think he was trying to kill me, if not for the fact that he couldn't function without me! He felt bad, of course. He didn't do it on purpose. he just fails to think about what he is doing and how it might end my life!