At 8:08am this morning our front door creaked open and I about wet my pants in fear. I grabbed my phone, typed in 911 (but didn’t press call) and went to investigate. I was met at the top of our stairs by a broad shouldered, 6’2″ DanO.
“O thank God.” I sigh-speak.
“Hi! It’s me!” (he says now).
In his hand he holds a skinny brown cylinder, an aluminum can I have come to love more than I thought possible. My heart leaps.
**Interruption to remind you:
This, week 8 of our kitchen remodel, is also week 5 of not having a stove. That is to say: I cannot boil water (except maybe in the microwave? Does that work?). As my friend Abby said, “Wishing you a speedy return to this century. Wait, they boiled water in ALL THE CENTURIES!!!!” Since we do not own a coffee maker and making french press coffee (my usual) requires pre-boiled water, I am proverbially up coffee creek without a latte.
Until DanO comes unannounced through the front door brandishing an aluminum can like the knight in shining armor that he is.
I may not have the ability to boil water, but I can sure tell you what modern chivalry looks like.