The Old Blog in the Desert

“The backyard feels so cluttered,” she said, staring out the back window.

“It’s a simple procedure and I’ll be right there, holding you hand, while you’re having it done,” he said.

“Clean up is a breeze, you said?”

“Your avoiding the subject.”

“Not really. I’m talking about clutter – so are you — aren’t you?”

“If you don’t wanna go through with it, that’s fine by me.”

“Really? You could live with the ‘mess?’” she air-quoted.

“Perhaps.”

“Well, that’s a non-committal answer if I ever heard one.”

“Sorry,” he said.

“Actually, I can live forever with our clutter, even if you can’t.”