When I first met him I thought he was a really formal tense guy. He’s much more relaxed now. <<<
It takes time for a normal man, to understand his creative mate.
Bill said once, that he took the chance of marrying me, because I was “different”.
Of course we had a ‘learning period’, that took a couple years.
The honeymoon was over the night that he came home and found the stove full of boiling pots, he marched over, still dripping from the cold rain, raised a lid and asked “what’s for dinner?”....
That was my paper mache period, it was news paper being cooked down...LOL
I think that happened for Lloyd the night he came home from work and I'd been given 8 LARGE overflowing grocery sacks of green tomatoes. I had the stove full of cooking chowchow. He didn't know what chow chow was and there was no supper ready. And he just didn't "get" why the dining room table was invisible under layers of *green* tomatoes! ROFL
and as a side note, the person who gave me the 8 sacks of green tomatoes was the deceased husband of my friend I've been talking about. That was November before last and the last produce obtained from his prolific garden. Neither of them were able to pick the last of the tomatoes before the freeze that year.
We ate fresh ripened tomatoes for 3 months from those and that was while tomatoes were so expensive here that local restaurants stopped putting them on salads and sandwiches. I just used the last of the canned ripe tomatoes about 3 months ago but we still have many pints of chow chow and green tomato pickles. I am still taking jars of the sweet green tomato pickles and chow chow to my friend every time she runs out, so she's still eating a bit of produce from her husband's efforts.