The Swamper Blues

I love my wife. We have always spent a great deal of time together but….now we are starting a stretch when we will be spending even more time together.

That didn’t concern me until Sunday when we were observing the new “stay-at-home” rule. Carol decided to claim a spare bedroom in our house as her new operations center for her job. This is in addition to her “she cave.” Carol says she needs to report to the new room for her job.

The staging of the new operations center took 90 minutes. She didn’t request my presence, she demanded it. You see, as shocking as it may seem to those of you who know her, Carol likes to be in charge when it comes to domestic projects.

I just don’t really take orders that well. Especially when I can’t---by order of the Governor---escape.

My task Sunday was to be her “swamper.” That’s a term well known within  in her family. It is akin to  “indentured servant.” She wanted a rug under the bed in the new operations room. First, the bed had to be disassembled. Mind you, this is in a room where the bed fills 85-percent of the room.

She barked. I barked back. The dogs could hear us. It confused them, so they barked. There was a lotta barking going on before that bed got put back together over the stupid rug, which now is not visible. It's covered by the bed.

I’m sure there will be other projects in the next few weeks.

I’m also sure I will be needed a great deal at the radio station where I am an essential employee….thank God.