When the snowmobile, the new one, was bought and brought to us, I was upstairs doing something that I consider as important household chores. It was a Friday. The moment the toy came, my husband was off with it. Half an hour later or so, he opened the front door and I heard him calling me. I dropped everything I was doing and thought that something urgent had turned up. So I practically run down and was greeted by a very happy looking man. I was told to come to the window to look at how fast he was driving on the ice of the lake in front of the house. There I was, looking out of the window, waiting for this shuttle to pass my house. (I see snowmobiles on the ice quite frequently driving very fast, and frankly I could not see a big difference…) Then he drives up to the house and sincerely seeks for my opinion of the speed he was doing. “Did I look fast?” I realized that this was one of these important moments in our marriage and that there was only one possible answer. My whole being was radiating admiration.
Yesterday we were out again with the snowmobiles and met two men from the village. And they wanted to have a test drive with our new toy. So I jumped off the mobile to let each of them to have a drive and sort of was looking away to see something that had caught my attention, but I was brought back to the scene with the words “look how fast he is driving!” There I was in the man world, not only as a spectator but I had stepped right inside. This brief, almost sacred plain moment among these three men was quite refreshing.
I know I made someone very happy. I got a big bouquet of roses. And later last night when I was knitting my Koigu socks, he got very poetic.
His box of crayons has only green, blue, brown, yellow, red and black of course. Then there are bunch of colours that leave him puzzled like violet, turquoise and orange. Orange is always red. Violet and turquoise can be anything from the above list. I have tried to make him see more, like if he talks about e.g. green I have asked, green like olives or green like fresh birch leaves. He looks very puzzled and will say, after some serious consideration, like green as green.
But last night was different, he called my socks cranberry-pudding-red.