I called Aaron at 7:02am about 3 minutes after I left the house. "Hi Honey. I spun off the road and I'm stuck."
To which he responded with a sigh, "Again?"
Not, "Are you okay?" But, "Again?" Isn't he a sweetheart?
Okay, so maybe this happened last year too. On the same gravel road. I'm learning.
Aaron showed up with some shovels and my Uggs and the two of us started shoveling the Jeep out. Until moments later a good samaritan neighbor stopped. Ironically, this was the same neighbor Aaron inadvertantly spilled beer on the first time he met him so we were glad he wasn't still holding a grudge. He had seen me in the snowbank on his way to work in his sedan and had turned around to go home and get his pick-up truck and some rope. Gotta love those country neighbors!
So we dropped him off a bottle of our Marquette that night.
See how this works? Our limited supply of Marquette is in high demand. Since we aren't selling it yet, you just have to do something really nice for us and maybe you'll get a taste. Like pull me out of a ditch at 7am when it is 17 below zero. So give me your number and I'll call you next time.
OR, perhaps come help out at the Schram Vineyards Planting Party this May when we'll have 1300 more vines to plant. More details to follow on that!
The rest of the week was filled with little surprises, like finding frozen condensation all over the brand new windows we installed in November.
And the renter at my uptown condo (the one I owned when I met Aaron) called to tell me the heat went out. One of the pleasures of being a landlord.
But despite being a bad week, Aaron is good about putting things in perspective and reminding me of our good life.
He might walk in the house with his big wet boots and track water all over our hardwood floors.
And he may try to cook rice in an omelet pan.
And he may not know how to load a dishwasher.
I am still working on housetraining this gentleman farmer. I'll get there. Just like he is teaching me how to be a farmer. And how to drive more carefully in icy gravel roads.
But he does know how to cheer me up. Who doesn't smile coming home on a cold Friday afternoon after a bad week to their three best friends (Aaron not pictured) eagerly awaiting for them to get home?
And three vibrant bouquets of flowers sitting on the kitchen table just for me? One from each of the three creatures that are living here with me. I love them.