After the initial romantic fling ends, the domestic partnership begins.
Last night my fiance brought out a wood spatula to show me how the rice had been baked on in the dishwasher, and informed me “it needs to be scrubbed before it goes into the dishwasher”.
“Oh I see” as he waved it in front of me while I was reading the New York times weekend edition.
Then came the muffin pan, “you really need to wash these by hand you know” .
“I am not nagging you, I just want us to be a good cleaning team”.
When did we transition from passionate romance to being a good cleaning team? Yes it has been a long winter in the mountains. And the snow continues.
We are now officially in mud season. This means that the ski hills have closed April 23rd, but the snow continues to fall.
The restaurants and cafe’s that were packed are now empty. Most people have closed up shop and gone on vacation for 2 weeks.
We were initially excited for mud season that lasts from April 23-June. We thought finally, we can get a table in some of the really nice restaurants like Relish, Twist and Hearthstone, that are always packed with a 1-2 hour waiting list.
Now we go to these gorgeous restaurants and they are closed till May 29th. Even our favourite sushi restaurant does not reopen till June.
I understand that businesses need a break before the summer tourists arrive to hike, bike and rock climb the mountains. Suddenly the only people left are the few locals that are too poor to take an exotic vacation.
Our beloved yoga teacher hurt her back, but the chiropractor and the accupuncturist are away, and will be back after mud season- so suck it up.
My fiance just came back with dinner and told me the hot local news. The city has just hired a new housing authority, as housing is in short supply in the mountains. The successful candidate has just turned down the job, because he can’t find affordable housing here.
Well no cleaning team tonight, take out fish and chips from Murphy’s irish pub, and a Netflix movie, who says romance is dead?
Braving the golf ball hail, waiting for spring…..