Sunday was a crisp, sunny spring day. So I went
outside and started catching up on some of the gardening. My plan was to plant
some sweet corn in a row along the fence. I was doing this against Mark's
wishes.
"Corn is
ugly, don't put corn in the garden." Mark told me.
"Sorry, this is the Midwest. Everybody puts corn
in their garden in the Midwest."
I was going to have my sweet corn. I also had peas,
beans, some mint, and a special tomato plant the dogs love that I was
going to plant. Yes, I plant tomatoes for the dogs. I discovered last summer
that they love the little yellow tomatoes even more than I do. They pick them
right off the vine. Anyway, I'm out there digging and a planting, when Mark
shows up. Let me stop here and point out that Mark does not lift one finger to
take care of the garden. It is all my doing. All Mark does is buy shit. He buys
plants, seeds, planters, trees, bushes, and various other crap that I have to
find room for in our tiny yard. Oh, and he bought a chaise lounge. I assume
that is so he has a place to sit while he orders me around the yard. So
Mark comes out there and tells me that he wants his peonies and dahlias planted
along the fence. The problem is that I already had planted about fifty or more
lilies, and gladiolas along the fence. There was no room. So Mark started
nagging me.
"I want
my peonies along the fence. Plant my peonies along the fence."
I started laughing.
"Stop
laughing at me. Stop making fun of the way I talk."
I'm sorry, but I find Mark's mutilation of the English
language endlessly funny. You see, Mark is from New Jersey. On top of his
mauling of words, he has that New Jersey accent. Mark pronounces peonies as,
Pee-own-ees, with the emphasis on 'own'. I assume that's how they pronounce it
in back East, but here in the Midwest it is, Pee-a-nees, with the emphasis on
'pee'. Never the less, like a good boy I planted Mark's pee-own-ees. Only not
along the fence. I planted them along the back of the house. And I planted my
corn where I wanted to, along the fence.
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