(Whoa, I remembered this being a Madonna song. That’s not right at all.)
Just so you know, I’m not the only one hard at work in Maplewood 2. The way I see it: I do the projects; Jarrod does the necessary. He moves the dishes from one side of the sink to the other and, via some black magic, they turn clean in the process. He transforms lettuce into salads and beans into coffee. He does something that makes the trash and recycling receptacles become empty – it’s quite inscrutable.
Three of Jarrod’s other major contributions to Maplewood have been:
1) Painting the top edges of the walls that I can’t reach.
2) Shimming our leaning bookcases so that they work with our uneven floors/window moulding.
As a reward for wrestling with these bookcases, I devoted an entire shelf to nerdery.
3) Becoming The Keymaster.
Before we moved in, I was given a set of seven keys. Amazingly, this wasn’t enough to get into the apartment. Seven (7! se7en!) keys, but I was missing the keys necessary for various locks on the front, back and garage doors. One of our first mornings in the apartment, the only garage key accidentally went to work with Jarrod, leaving me unable to get to the car, unable to leave for work, crying in the backyard, drinking my breakfast smoothie. (This was probably the height of the “I’ve made a huge mistake” phase.) After that incident, Jarrod gathered all of the keys left for us (like, all 30) and painstakingly tested, labeled, and organized them. I got a bunch of copies made and now we each have a complete set and I haven’t cried since. Except for that one scene in Friday Night Lights when Becky talks to the strippers about Luke. So sad and sweet!
Good work, Keymaster.