Today is the spouse's birthday. Yesterday we went shopping for his gift. His custom has been to delay the gift purchasing and then for the next month he buys anything that catches his eye and justifies the purchase because it is his birthday. He usually manages to acquire several good toys during the birthday spree. Yesterday was no exception. He selected a new ipad and, what the hell, I bought one for myself even though it wasn't my birthday.
The spouse also bought a metal fire pit for the patio. "I thought the girls would enjoy sitting around the fire and roasting marshmallows," he tells me. Our grandchildren, ages 5 and 6, are coming to stay with us for three weeks this summer. Nothing says fun to a five year old like sticking long metal forks into a raging fire. I've been searching yard sales for princess toys, but the spouse is going to woo them with open flames.
It has been raining for several days. We took the spouse's pickup to the Tri-Cities. The picture above resembles my view out the front window. The spouse is a charter member in the Windshield Wiper Conservation Program, or WWCP. Even in a downpour he keeps the wipers on the lowest setting. By the time the wiper finally starts to sweep across the windshield, the entire surface is covered with water. Apparently members of the WWCP believe that there are a limited number of wipes available to a motorist and it is important maintain a high reserve of PWS (potential wiper swipe). My car is eight years old. I have replaced the wipers once. I am overdue to replace the current wipers. The spouse takes this as evidence of the superiority of the WWCP method. If I had been conserving PWS I would probably still have years of usage left in my wipers. "You let those wipers scrape across a dry windshield and it rips them to shreds," the spouse tells me as we drive blindly down the highway in the rain. There's still a few more days of rain in our forecast. Tomorrow I'm going to buy new wipers, but I'm not adopting the WWCP method.