Well, he’s back. He had a wonderful time, enjoyed fabulous company and is full of stories to tell. He says that people asked about me and expect to see me at the end of the month at the next Gathering. I haven’t found an excuse not to go yet, but we shall see.
He is being very careful about how he talks to me because he has a little project he wants me to do for him. It involves a lot of sewing on a new sail. He asked if I would sew it up if he laid it out. After making a suggestion about how to keep the seams lined up I said that I would. I refuse to drive this project, however, and I won’t be doing any more handwork than I feel like doing, no matter what he says.
We’ve tried to work on things together in the past and he always accuses me of “taking over” the project or dragging my feet whenever he makes a suggestion or change, especially if it falls under one of my “specialities.” I mean, if I know what I’m doing, why does he have to interrupt and “correct” me?
Anyway. I sewed on the damned thing for 2.5 hours after work. Not a single Thank You passed his lips. I was up later than usual and rather pissed off, so I was not able to fall asleep. He was madly typing away in the next room until 12:30 AM.
When he came to bed he was surprised that I was still awake. I asked him if he was writing a book. He stiffened and said, “I only wrote two paragraphs…” I didn’t ask who he was writing to – he needs to “protect [his] privacy,” after all.
Finally a Thank You just before he started snoring. And he wonders why I don’t like to work with him.