Dave’s traveling days and ways are behind him because he has now run out of pocket change. It is time to start his job again this week planting bulbs and seedlings at his job, the wonderful nursery. He can purchase perennials by the millions, at discounted prices. I admit that I am exaggerating a bit, but you know how I hide purchased picture books- he tries to get his plants in the ground before I get home from work! But it has been wonderful, this second year of retirement. He is in the groove of a week filled with volunteering meeting and eating with friends and family just about every day of the week. I slice, he digs. I slice, he cleans. I slice, he eats. I slice, he hits!
“What?”, you are asking. that is so out of character for Dave. He is so gentle with Sammie and tender with new roots and shoots.”
But, when he is asleep, he moves as a stealthy spy, ready to pounce, ready to move in for the …
“Dave ,” I scream, “You just hit me really hard on my shoulder.”
“Oh,” and he rolls over.
I know I just interrupted his favorite espionage dream. The next day I ask him if he remembers his lethal weapon and who it was used on. “Yeah sorry, I was just fightin’ the bad guys.”
I thought, “too many spy thrillers and nights spent not sharing his bed with his ‘beloved damsel in distress’.
PS Dave also reads and reads and reads.