Disaster averted! Marriage saved!

Sorry. The headline might be a little too dramatic. What I am reporting is that Joy’s computer has been returned.

Almost Home! OOOPPPS! Where is the Gray Bag with the Pink Flower? Roy wants you to note the difference in size between the bright blue bag and my gray and orange bag.
Almost Home!
OOOPPPS! Where is the Gray Bag with the Pink Flower?
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A source of potential tension has been erased.

** Roy wants you to note the       difference in size between his bright blue bag and my gray and orange bag. Tension returns!

 

 

We are entertaining very good thoughts about Brit Rail right now. And about our marriage as well. The good news came by email. An employee at the Oxenholme RR station searched through Joy’s bag and found her email address. The return train from Edinburgh had dropped it off. Sharp-eyed workers on the train remembered Joy and as soon as they spotted

 “The Lost Bag” Thanks Julie for giving me such a cute distinctive Bag
“The Lost Bag”
Thanks Julie for giving me such a cute distinctive Bag

 

 

the abandoned bag (gray, with a big bright pink flower on it)

 

 

 

they mentally tied it to her and to Oxenholme, where they had helped us disembark. They turned it over to the station attendants there, and one of them, a the nice man David, wrote Joy with the good news. We quickly hailed a taxi, retrieved the bag, thanked the kind people, and happily returned to our little flat.

What does this have to do with our marriage? Nothing, really. I was just expressing my jubilation in having my own laptop computer to myself again without having to extend a generosity that doesn’t come naturally to me. When Joy was using my very own computer I couldn’t, which caused no little consternation on my part, because when she was typing I couldn’t be. My work was neglected. My deadlines were missed. Consternation. What the retrieved computer means, then, is that now Joy can process the pictures for this blog at the same time I am writing the post. We don’t have to take turns. We don’t have to be mature. It’s much easier this way.

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