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Sunday, November 13, 2011

Conversation with the kama'aina

(Or whatever Alaskans call their equivalent of kama'aina)

Last week's Saturday ski, the first of the season, was a little rough. My legs were not in skiing shape, and I was uncoordinated and overheating. My arms ached, my thighs ached. I understood then why people roller ski in the summers. To recover my battered self esteem, I decided later to shovel the driveway and walkways. V, who was reading on the couch, assessed the situation and decided that it was unacceptable. He came outside and intercepted me along the path to the shed.

"I can do that."

Yes, I'm sure you can. So can I. (insert big cheesy grin here)

"I'll do it for you."

You think I'm going to let myself go soft just because you're here?

"Yes."

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(a few minutes later, during which both of our big, competitively cheesy grins start to make our cheeks ache, and our lips are dehydrating and cracking from being frozen into place, and spittle is literally freezing on our exposed teeth...)

"Do you have another shovel?"

No.

"I'll rock-paper-scissors you for it."

Fine.

I won. :)

He went back inside and lasted maybe ten minutes. Then he came back out and started making kindling. No argument there. I detest making kindling!

6 comments:

Rena said...

Well I hope noone's ego was too hurt over this, hah! And next time you're at Fred Meyers, pick up a second shovel.

flying fish said...

Oh my gawd, I love you both from afar! That's essentially the same conversation (or lack of conversation) I have with the fisherman! ...I have 3 shovels! He's down south right now, so I bragged about digging out "his" spot today.

mdr said...

Rena knows how guys feel :-)

bt said...

Kama'aina! Excellent. I love this tale.

b said...

what's with the machismo? i say, if someone else will do your work, let them! (and treat them to a beer or something!)

Arvay said...

b: Muscles atrophy if you don't use them. :)