Sunday lunch. Nice quiet afternoon, warm enough to ride the 4 wheeler.
My wife fixed some kind of oriental dish with noodles and beef. Oh, I hope it was beef. Sometimes it is better to not ask.
Then my wife wanted to bake the half potato left in the fridge. So she pops it into the microwave. She sits back down at the lunch table. We continue our stimulating conversation about where to ride the 4 wheeler after we finish lunch.
After a few minutes, I notice smoke. Not a trickle of smoke like from an incense stick, but a column of smoke emitting from, not the dishwasher, not the fridge but from the microwave. I don't mean a column of smoke, I mean it was like a river of smoke.!!
I jump up from my chair, turn off the microwave and open the window over the sink. I tell me wife to expect....well.. the smoke detector which is now sounding off. I don't mean a little peep peep peep smoke detector, I mean the Beavis and Butthead smoke detector.!!
Usually, spring time in Gallup means light breezes gusting up to 55 kts. Except today, wind calm to variable. So we open all the windows to put a box fan to draw fresh air through the house, except we have no fans of any kind.!! So we turn on the central A/C to try to move fresh air in the house. Now any temperature below 80 is freezing to my mom. So she gets under a blanket and turns on the Tv. Except the remote control quit working. First thing I check is the batteries. Nope. So I call DirecTV and tell them the remote is not working. Since DirecTV customer service is in the Philippines, I don't understand a word of what they are saying so I let my wife talk to them. Together in a language not understandable by me they go through a series of button pushing and the remote works.!!
Ok, finally we are out to ride the 4 wheeler. It has two seats so no flaming me for 2 folks being on a 4 wheeler. She is driving, I am sitting on the rear seat spotting. I spy with my little eye an old garden hose up in front of us, half buried in the sand. I tell me wife to watch out for the snake. Instead of stopping like I anticipated, she yards hard left on the handle bars. I was not expecting that move, and off I go into the sand right on the ''snake''. I grab the ''snake'' and start wrestling it, rolling on the ground trying to strangle the ''snake''. My wife is hollering for me to let it go. She opens the front storage and grabs my pistol with intent to shoot the ''snake''. Now she knows how to shoot, but not how to aim very well. I instantly let go of the ''snake'' and tell her to not shoot. She sees that the ''snake'' is really a large garden hose, and then gets mad at me.
So we continue our ride in the nice sunny afternoon enjoying each others company and the solitude. Afterwards we put up the 4 wheeler and go home, where she is now not talking to me.
I love these nice quiet and relaxing Sunday afternoons.!!