Friday, July 20, 2007
I arrive home after working 10 (very long) hours, at which point Rocco actually yells, “What’s in the pan, wench?” Tired, confused, and totally out of sorts, I start pulling foodstuffs out of the cupboards and refrigerator. Forty-five minutes later, I fix Rocco a plate, put it on the dining room table, and call him to dinner.
Monday, July 23, 2007
I’m preparing for my trip the following day to meet Cindy in Memphis, a 240-mile drive round trip. Rocco freaks out, insisting my car is unsafe for the trip. (Never mind that the car hasn’t had an oil change in the 29 months I’ve owned the [rebuilt] 1997 Mercury Sable, and yet it still gets me from Point A to Point B every single day. It’s a miracle-mobile!) Rocco changes the oil, air filter, fuel filter, and spark plugs on my car. The car drives mostly like a dream, and I make it to and from Memphis without incident.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Rocco makes Magic Cookie Bars. While they’re still warm, he puts a dollop of chocolate ice cream on them and brings me a bowl.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Rocco and I have cocktails (whiskey for me, Mai Tai for him) while watching Moulin Rouge.
I am, for all intents and purposes, married to a gay man.