Disaster preparedness

Perhaps the reason that Satu watches ships sinking and planes crashing is that she is attracted to disaster. I am sure that is what keeps her with me. Everything I do is not quiiiiite right, not always wrong, but let's just say that any plan I ever make is open ended.

I break many of the things that we live with, jars full of q-tips, gone. Wine glasses, off the corner of the table, even the Christmas tree isn't safe, so it's not really a surprise that the get away weekend I planed for us last week didn't go the way we thought it would. We packed up our food and headed to the country to check into our cabin and make some dinner. Unfortunately the cabin was just a bedroom attached to a bathroom. It was more like a guest house without a kitchen. It was however, super warm inside which was great because I had told Satu that she wouldn't need heavy sweaters or coats since it was supposed to be in the 50s that weekend. When it started to snow, we curled up in bed with some cheese and crackers allowing the meatballs to be a casualty of my minus touch.

Sometimes being a disaster has some bright spots though because my beautiful wife is usually game enough to roll with the changing, unfolding, sinking or burning plan in real time. Because I had already failed several times that day, I took two of my "don't freak out pills" before bed. The last thing you need on a get away weekend is your wife having a panic attack and keeping you up all night. Just before I fell asleep, I saw a shadowy creature zoom across the table. Satu spent the rest of the night coaxing the mouse out so she could get a video or twelve of the cute little critter. It was not a restful night for Satu, but at least it was squeeky's fault, not mine.

 The next day after making 2 pots of coffee in the tiniest coffee maker ever,  we did go out and brave the cold to see some of the nearby reserves. Eventually we feeling to our hands and feet so we didn't know how cold we were. It was actually very fun for me. We kept a brisk pace on the hike because we wanted to see stuff, but didn't want to be outside for long, so we just tried to hike fast and see everything as quickly as possible.

One of the reasons that I know Satu really, really loves me is that she coaxes expressions out of me when she wants to take a picture. Not only do I never recognize anyone else's face (I can't tell Bil Murray from the Dos Equis guy), I never know what my face is doing. From people's feedback, I think I usually look like a total bitch, but then sometimes I look overly hopeful like maybe I'm about to be praised or get told that I did a good job breathing just then. When Satu wants to take a picture, she gets me to look at her which makes the hearts spring out of my eyes and relaxes my face. (you can tell it;s relaxed because I have 40% less wrinkles on my forehead.

Worried look: Please love me. See I have a dog and giant, lovable thighs.

Look, I'm smiling with 40% less old lady what the fuck over my eyes. Look. Look who loves me.That one. The pretty lady with the best smile in the world. She picked me, and she's taking a picture, and this sweater has a heart that she sewed inside it just for me... because she loves me.
Fuck all yall, I've got the best wife ever.

Satu was a great sport about the whole weekend, even though the getaway wasn't wine-country luxury, it was really fun. I sometimes just want to be somewhere new to have new experiences with her. I want to have new mice and coffee pots in our lives sometimes. Yes, next time I will try to spring for a place with a kitchen, or a little more privacy, but if I happen to book us in a place with one room and a display of clown sculptures instead, there is no one in the world who could make that seem like heaven except Satu.