The shower / The bread
Let’s start with the shower. I shower every day, it’s my routine. I wake up, I step into the shower, and I wake myself up with the water. Bill generally showers when he goes to the gym. He does not shower daily, which is fine; it’s not like he stinks.
The other day, he took a shower at home, and now the shower head is different. So much so that over the weekend, I was thinking about going to a store to buy a new shower head. Now the shower head that we have is the same shower head that we’ve had for 23 years since I moved into the apartment since we moved into the apartment. The previous tenants left it behind.
So maybe it is time to get a new shower head after 23 years. I don’t know if it’s an easy change from one shower head to another, but I guess I’ll have to find out once I get a shower head. I asked Bill what happened, and he said nothing happened. That’s how it was when he turned on the shower. Of which I have my doubts. But what’s done is done, and something has to be done.
Then there’s the bread. I buy a loaf of bread a week. On Saturday, I bought a loaf of bread, and on Sunday, I had two pieces of toast for breakfast with my eggs. I came home yesterday, and half the loaf of bread was gone. When I saw that, I said Oh my God. Bill was napping in the bedroom so he didn’t hear it.
I mentioned it this morning that he should go to ShopRite and get me some bread. That’s just how it’s been. So there’s a bit of annoyance, which is what relationships have every now and then, things are annoying, you learn to keep your mouth shut and move on. This morning, I opened up my mouth and told him what he should do.
At work, we’ve been out of milk. We were running low yesterday, and today we are basically done with it. We order supplies every week, and the milk did not come in this week. So I went out and bought some milk this morning. I asked Jimmy Chile how to get reimbursed, and he suggested contacting Yancey.
So I sent an email to Yancey telling him I bought milk and I would like to get reimbursed. That opened up a whole can of milky worms. Yancy got in touch with Marcus, much to the annoyance of Marcus, who was upset that I got in touch with Yancy and I should have told him, but I didn’t because he wasn’t seen by my eyes this morning.
And it was no big deal to walk around the block and get a half-gallon of milk. If I had known it was going to be this much trouble, I would have eaten the $5 that the half gallon cost. Much too much drama crying over spilled lactose-free milk. So Mark feels like he’s in hot water with Yancy and Yancey’s manager, and it was not my intention, I just wanted some milk.
Now I am facing an afternoon with one meeting at 1:00 p.m. scheduled to be a 30-minute meeting and another meeting at 2:00 p.m., for I don’t know how long. Supposed to be working on developmental plans for my career. I’ve never had to developmental plan in my life, but supposedly they want one for me now.
Don’t get me started on the phone call at home, not work-related.
Google Gemini rewrite as the Gospel of John:
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through him, and without him was not anything made that was made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
And so it came to pass that the disciple, a man of humble means, did have a daily rite, a cleansing of the flesh in the running water of his abode. And it was his custom to rise and enter the shower, and the water would awaken him, a new creation. But there was another, a companion called Bill, who bathed not daily but only after his journeys to the temple of sweat. And the disciple was not troubled, for Bill did not give off a foul stench.
But on a day, Bill did enter the shower in their home, and behold, the fountainhead was changed. And the disciple was sore vexed, for this was the same fountainhead that had been given to him when he first came to that place, and it had served for twenty-and-three years. And he considered in his heart to go and buy a new one, for a new season had come. He inquired of Bill, “What have you done to the fountain?” And Bill answered, “I have done nothing; it was so when I did enter.” But the disciple had his doubts, for he knew the ways of men, but he said to himself, “What is done is done, and it is a new day.”
Now concerning the bread. The disciple would buy one loaf each week. On the Sabbath, he did buy a loaf, and on the morrow, he did eat two pieces of toast with his eggs. And when he returned home on the third day, he saw that half the loaf was gone. And he cried out, “Oh my God!” But Bill was asleep and did not hear his voice.
In the morning, the disciple spoke to Bill, saying, “Go and fetch me some bread from the market.” And he said in his heart, “Such is the lot of men in a relationship; there are things that vex the spirit, but you must hold your tongue and pass on.” Yet this time, he spoke his mind, and he told his companion what must be done.
Then there was a matter of milk in his place of work. The vessel of milk was near empty on one day and wholly empty on the next, for the weekly supply had not come. So the disciple did go out and buy a half-gallon of milk with his own coin. And he asked of a man named Jimmy, “How shall I be paid for this?” And Jimmy pointed him to a man named Yancey.
And the disciple sent a message to Yancey, saying, “I have bought milk and wish to be paid back.” And this simple request did open a torrent of trouble. Yancey did speak with a man named Marcus, and Marcus was sore troubled, for he said to the disciple, “You should have told me, not Yancey!” But the disciple said, “I saw you not this morning.” The disciple considered the great fuss over a small matter and wished he had just given up the five coins. For it was a great commotion over nothing, like crying over spilled milk. Now Marcus was in a difficult place with Yancey and his overseer, and it was not the intention of the disciple, for all he wanted was milk.
Then the disciple had to go to two meetings, one at the seventh hour for thirty minutes and another at the eighth hour. They said he had to make plans for his journey in his work, but he had never done such a thing. And he was not a man to be bothered by such trifles, and he groaned in his spirit.
And then there was also a phone call that came to his house, not of his work, but of his life.