Today was an about-house sort of day. After several early blows when it came to picking green for the living room, we finally found the right green. We bought it when we painted the new bedroom — the lilac and this sage compliment perfectly (so said that nice computer at Home Depot) and so we bought bunches of each. Today was the day we’d slated to paint finally paint the living room. Third time’s a charm!

As the first rolls went on, we stopped in horror. Our first green had been way, way too industrial. Almost neon. Our second green turned out to actually be a taupe — greyish yellow. And this third green? As it went on it looked, well, flat light grey. Really grey. Greyer than grey. But we had faith! We kept paining.

And eventually (THANK GOD!) it was green. A really nice green. A sage — my favorite comfort color.

Then we just kept clucking around the house. Andreas worked on making preserves out of the Asian pears from our tree. I made lunch (!) and then later on, dinner (!!!). Unheard of: me cooking twice in one day. Keep in mind that both meals involved frozen foods (lunch: soy chorizos; dinner: veggie kielbasa), but still. PS: the food was really tasty!

As we settled down to eat, Andreas said, ‘What a night … I’ve got beer and my wife served me dinner. Now THAT’S the good life for a man.”

I smiled and said, “And you’ve been canning fruits all evening — so butch!”

The illusion was shattered. I’m sure we’ll be back to our typical gender-skewed norm tomorrow.