From the Condo in Carmel to the Little House on the Alley in Noblesville.
It’s where love brought Chuck when we got married three years and four months ago.
Chuck had not mown a yard for 13 years. He had very little to do to maintain his condo. Then he found himself living in a 110-year-old house . . . with me.
I would say that both the house and I are a little high maintenance. (I can hear Chuck laughing as he reads this.)
He has endured trying to catch a raccoon that found its way into our attic. (An apple with peanut butter in a trap so we could find it a new home.) Imagine Chuck’s frustration when it found its way back three times.
Then there was the bat that found its way into our house. I hid in the bedroom while he chased it out with a broom.
Someone left the back door open (okay, it was me) and a bird flew in. That scared the bejeebers out of me as I had always heard that was a sign of death. Nobody died.
He has caught on to the fun of having bird feeders. He had never seen a Finch feeder that has the food inside long sock netting. Now he puts the Finch food on the grocery list whenever we get low on it. He knows my joy whenever a Redbird comes to visit.
He gets my attention to notice the flowers as they begin to bloom in our garden. He’s learned the names of them. Yucca, day lilies, Asiatic lilies, Rose of Sharon, Butterfly bush and coleus.
Chuck knows I love to take Sunday afternoon naps (especially during golf tournaments on TV). He also knows I enjoy a Sunday evening ride around town. He has learned my favorite streets to go down.
We have learned each other’s likes and dislikes, quirks and quandaries.
Chuck works the crossword puzzles and Sudoku . . . in ink. I can quickly find the answers he does not know . . . on my smart phone. I don’t even think about trying to figure out the Sudoku.
I like words. Chuck likes numbers. We both like living together.
It’s nice to come home to someone who you can share life with. I come home from a hard day’s work at the dealership and Chuck comes home from a hard day at the golf course.
We love sitting on the back porch in the evening reading books from the library. We both love sweet tea. We both agree that life is good.
I’m sure glad that Chuck found his way from the Condo to my Little House on the Alley.
I’m also glad that his heart found mine. And yes . . . life is good.