If you want something done right, do it yourself. That’s basically Roy’s philosophy on life. Nobody can do anything as well as he can. Period.
And then I came along. I didn’t really need for Roy to do everything… he just does it.
Not that I can do everything but becuz EarlLee was such a lazy-ass bastard I did a lot of things a woman should do. I could work on my own car for Pete’s Sake! More than just puttin’ gas in the tank and air in the tires but actually work on the carburetor and knew how to start a my ‘59 Olds with screwdriver by crossin’ the starter and the cylinoid thingy.
I have looked and looked to find a photo of the ‘59 Olds that we referred to as The Beast. That car was a tank! I Loved It!!
Anyway, where were we going with this… Oh yeah, Roy…
Well Roy has to do everything himself. Mow, Feed the animals, Till, Clean the Pool… EVERYTHING! Which makes it seem like I can’t do anything. That I just lay around growin’ all fat and sassy… okay so there may be some truth to that but still.
So when he went to work, the duty of keepin’ the house from freezin’ and breakin’ the water pipes and all fell to me.
I was not thrilled. I have to handle that dirty wood and I may break my nails and I might burn myself. So Roy bought me a set of weldin’ gloves. They are extra thick and can take the heat… but they are huge on my hands. A pain in the ass so I didn’t wear them.
I was burnt twice. And when I showed Roy my injuries, he said, “I bought you the gloves to prevent that! Why didn’t you put them on?”
Next time it was time to put in wood, I put them on. They go about 4 inches above my wrist, so no more burns on my fingers and hands!
One evenin’ at supper, I showed Roy my new burn. Right above the edge of the gloves!
He just shook his head. “What am I gonna do with you? I know they make longer gloves. I just couldn’t find them.”
If there’s a will, there’s a way… I will do it.