However, I have noticed something that I'm hesitant to mention in here, as he reads this blog and this realization could prove quite the addition to my arsenal. If he stops this, I'm lost again. But I have to tell it. It's quintessential Didgeridoo Boy, a behavior I have seen countless times, but who's significance I have only recently grasped.
At first I thought I was imagining the connection between his tendency to turn himself to the side and jiggle his leg while addressing me as he's about to spring something on me that is sure to send things haywire. Then yesterday morning happened. I had planned to, in this order, make the bed, catch up on the housework, start the laundry, color my hair, and do my nails. I did not look cute, and it was highly evident that I had no intention of making myself look cute until these things had been accomplished. As I was making the bed, Didge came into the bedroom, and said, "Hey."
(That's another sign.)
He came into the bedroom and paced a little at the foot of the bed. "Can you loan me forty bucks until I get paid?" I told him I could. He said, "Thanks. I've just found a receiver - - the guy was asking a lot of money for it, but I offered him forty bucks and he said, 'It's yours'." I looked up, and he stopped pacing. "When do you need to pick it up?", I asked. And right at that very second, he pivoted in such a way that his left side was facing me, his right was away, and he started to jiggle his right leg.
He said, "We need to meet him in an hour."
He followed up with, "I can't help it! I have to go by his schedule! Somebody else might get it! You don't have to go anywhere, why are you upset?" I was stomping around a bit, I'll admit. Swearing, too. "I have to go to get the cash for you, sweetie", I said, "which means that I have to get ready to go do that right this very second." He was giggling, and this drove me into sainted martyr mode, unfortunately. I stood on the balcony, no less, and asked, "Can I not have one day? Just one? One damned day?" He giggled some more. I made myself look (somewhat) cute and hurried out to get his cash.
Granted, he was very appreciative. And the receiver has solved the humming buzz issue that led to such a bad scene over the weekend. Didge just popped into the bedroom, where I am writing, to talk about needing to find a new volume knob for it and talk about how pleased he is with his purchase. He can hook up to eight speakers into it, he said, and while he's not completely happy with the bass response, he has plans to attend to that issue. I am not asking what this will entail. I don't have to. Why?
Because he turned to the side and jiggled his leg while he said it. That is all I need to know.
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