“Well. Well.Well.” I said and waited for some sort of response, while Lola looked wistfully out of the window wondering why the fall in temperature, was making me say, “Well.Well.Well?”
“Let’s not blame the temperature, at least not while we are sitting here, fully clothed as one of us is about to brighten up the day, as if, as if…Dang! I might have been able to fit a metaphor in right there!”
Lola just replied. “Funny how you men think you always have what it takes, when we all know how difficult it is for most, to fit the bill!”
I pondered her words a bit, while I set up a rather largish screen, then putting popcorn in the pan, and the Tundra Tea ready for…
“Ready for what?” she asked seeing as how I failed to complete that last paragraph, now being trapped in my net of suspense and intrigue!
“Well, pictures of our trip to Moose Pass! Here in the comfort of your own home, on the biggest screen, this side of, well not maybe it isn’t that big but showing the finer points of our trip. Get ready for the first photo, and tell me where you think it was taken?”
“Well?” he asked as she stood up, and said,”That isn’t from our vacation, is it? Then looking closer saying, “I don’t even think it is in Alaska!”
“Gosh Lola. Now I know why we got together all those years ago! You are right on both counts, but can’t you see that the whitish rock on the top of this mountain peak is the Campito Formation? With fossils from the Cambrian located in the….
“-But why are you showing me photos of someplace other than our vacation, in a place that is, well. Someplace else?”
“Just a teaser, Lola. Just a teaser. Now let’s get to the main event, OK?”
“Thar she blows! OK Lola. Now you can see this Stratovolcano which shows you that Mt Redoubt and the others in our area are just as pretty from the air, as from the ground. When we were up in that Hot-air balloon over Moose Pass, you said,” I…
“Is that really a Stratovolcano from Alaska?” Lola acknowledged that it was a Stratovolcano, but was it really….
“Well. Almost, but we really didn’t get up in that Hot-air balloon,now did we? You said,”No way, No how”, which made me say, “If only we had seen Mt Redoubt from the air, then Howie said…Well, Howie really didn’t say anything, but the look of disappointment on his face told me that, well. It told me that it was better to pull your leg a bit, than…. Well than..
“Are you ready for the next photo, my dear?”
Lola’s patience was wearing a bit thin, but after he pulled her leg, again, she said,”That was one of the things that attracted me to you in the first place: your sense of humor, but now you might notice that I am not laughing, am I?”
I took a good look at her face, but had to agree with her, she didn’t seem to be in the laughing-mood. Nope. No way. But wait, said suddenly as the popcorn began to pop on the stove, and the winds whistled wistfully outside their pleasant domicile. “Kind of like the winds around Mt Rainier in Washington”, he said to himself, before he quickly changed the photo to:
“Now we are getting somewhere”, said Lola as she recognized at once the photo with her, just having picked some flowers and, and. “Was this really on our vacation? It looks suspiciously like the one you use on our blog of…
“Lola. Lola. Lola.”
He said with his usual way attempting to soothe the wild beast in her, before she took violent action, once and for all!
“Are you telling me”, she started to say, but what with the popcorn popping and the Tundra Tea whistling, I felt it necessary to attend to those necessities, before having to face the music! So as I wandered into the kitchen, whistling a tune, faintly reminiscent of the ones that we’d used to sing while studying the Campito Formation in Geology 101 at Healy Junior College. I’d just tell myself back then, “Just think how someday, some woman will fall for a sap like me and my various and sundry knowledge of obscure geological formations, and tunes that resemble the whistling winds around Mt Rainier, with her saying,”
“If you pull my leg again, like you did before, then I’m sure that we can whistle beautiful music together.”
-and with that said, there was not a dry eye in the house, with just the silent munching of the cinnamon-flavored popcorn being eaten in the background, while
Lola just sat there, watching me as I wrote the ending to this blog, then having a good reach of my imagination, managed to pat myself on the back at having pulled off my grand deception, and subterfuge making her think that I really did possess photos of our vacation to Moose Pass, but after Howie ate the camera, then it fell in the river, and I didn’t have the heart (or the nerve) to tell Lola the truth, then I felt that….
-but that last thought never made it into print, as she reached over to me, taking the bowl of popcorn out of my hands, and made ready to kiss me….
-but punched me instead!
“-the next time you show a photo of me, it needs to be of my good side, Got it?….”