Delores, at The Feathered Nest, posted an observation today that reminded me of a story from my past. I’m going to owe her pretty soon, but have no idea what. Thanks, Delores, for a prompt about having a clear out.
This happened a long time ago, as I think my BFF Carol and her husband have been married thirty years, at least. Frank told me this story; I wonder if Carol remembers this is how it happened.
On a beautiful Saturday morning Frank sat at the kitchen table enjoying the last of the toast and his cup of coffee. Carol took care of the dishes, then started cleaning the counters and appliances as Frank looked on, making small talk.
Carol didn’t say much as she worked her way around the kitchen and back to the cupboards, which she set upon with ruthless determination. Plates, bowls, platters came down, the cupboards were wiped clean. Not everything went back. Small appliances and crockery he had never seen before suddenly were landing in the trash.
Lazily curious in the warm sunshine and afterglow of a good breakfast, he idly asked why she was throwing out the item about to depart her hand into the waste basket.
Thump! went the crockery. “If I haven’t found it useful in the last year, it’s going!” Carol informed him as she turned back to cleaning.
Frank said he proposed to Carol on the spot and bought rings that very afternoon. I know they were married the next February, high in the Alleghany Mountains in Pennsylvania, in a blizzard, which is another story.