(This post was originally published on this website in April, 2007)
No woman should ever be party to the following conversation with her true love …
Her: “Happy Six Month anniversary, sweetie…What did you do this morning?”
Him: “I am so tired. I spent all morning with my hoe!”
Him: “Yea, I am just worn out!”
This was us 48 months ago. Forty-eight months and that hoe is still in the picture!
At least she was this week.
Peppe decided that Thursday morning was the perfect day to work in the giardino. To me, a garden is a cute little nest of fruit and veggies or a bed of colorful flowers … Yea, not so much the case around here.
I met Peppe downstairs and was immediately handed “the little hoe.”
I was, it seems, too much woman for her, since after two or three smacks in the dirt, she broke. “Never fear,” I am told, “Nino (mio suocero) is great at working with broken hoes. He’ll have her working again in a minute!”
And, he did.
A few hours pass … yes, you read that right … a few HOURS pass, and we are still in the garden. I’m hacking away at some random weeds when Peppe puts his hoe down and says
“Cherrye, sometimes it’s better without your hoe – you gotta use your hands!”
He says this, you see, without cracking a smile, as I am standing there all nasty-minded in the blinding Calabrese sun. I smile to myself, but continue to beat the ground with my hoe. I don’t want to get my hands dirty!
We finally finish and I spend much of Thursday afternoon in a pain-filled stupor. I express my anguish to my mother later that evening, only to have her say …
“Well, Cherrye, you just aren’t used to ‘hoe’ing’ around. I, for one, am glad to hear it!”
And, boy is she right! Two days later I am still stiff! (No pun intended…really!)
I am pretty sure I have bruised my palms, I can’t turn my neck all the way to the right, and Peppe hurt me tonight, when he HUGGED me!
He, on the other hand, isn’t sore at all. Should I be concerned about his “hoe’ing?”
In related news, today, December 30 is Peppe’s (cough)th birthday!
Auguri, tesoro … and please after all of these years … no. more. hoes. Deal?