Good God, I have had such a head cold. It lay me low all this week. Every time I tried to work I did something so stupid I had to take yet another sick day. And it all began last Thursday, my thirty-third wedding anniversary, when I foolishly shook hands with two strangers.
Stranger 1: Tour guide at the Frank Lloyd Wright house in Kirkwood
I knew there was a FLW-designed house in Kirkwood, because I looked into it years ago when it was a private home. SInce then, the owners have sold the house to Saint Louis County, who fixed up some rough spots and have opened it for tours. Every weekend it fills up, but since was a Thursday, and I'd taken off work for the anniversary, we went.
The first thing I did upon getting out of the car was to use the port-a-potty, and Gary believed me when I came out and told him it was designed with all right angles and strong horizontal lines.
That was inadvertently ironic, since this house is known for having exactly two right angles in the whole house. It's a parallelogram on top of another parallelogram, all wood, and delightfully wee.
There are many cunning things, like the bed, and the drawer, but I won't spoil those things for you if you intend to go. It is floor-to-ceiling red cedar, plus the ceiling is red cedar too, which means that it has a little claustrophobic effect. (Or, as Gary put it, "COFFIN I FEEL LIKE I'M IN A COFFIN AND I'M DEAD IN A COFFIN.") I found it lovely. Plus, the owner made his own stained glass and got permission from Frank Lloyd himself to add his glasswork to FLW's design. Can you imagine? What a thrill!
The guide really made the owners come alive, plus their cat, who left non-parrallel scratch marks on their desk. I personally would considered evicting the cat.
Stranger 2: iPhone Salesman
After a run of particularly bad eating (Shake Shake, frozen custard, ice cream, barbeque) we went to relieve Gary's iPhone guilt. Every since I indulged Gary with his iPhone X at Christmas, it seems he has felt crippling guilt every time he sees me, the breadwinner, with my little iPhone 4. So, as a favor to Gary, so he wouldn't feel bad, I agreed to an iPhone upgrade. It was a sacrifice. If anyone asks me what Gary got me for my anniversary, I can say that he got me a cessation from constant iPhone nagging.
I actually lost something on the deal, because the iPhone X (I know, I know, talk to Gary about it) will not sync up with my work email, so no more late night work emails. Actually, I don't know if I can count that as a loss.