The sun came out. My cat is still cute af. I’m painting every door in my house black. And my father ordered an ash tray (for a wood stove, not a smoker) from a sixth-generation blacksmith whose forge happens to be like three houses up from mine. So I went to pick it up and pay for it. $140. I thought nothing of it. Dad was horrified, I thought he was joking, he thought I was joking.
“Sure b’y I could’ve replaced the stove for that!”
“I suspect if you went shopping you’d find it’s not just the price of ash trays gone up.”
“You’re probably right. Well I feels bad so I’ll have to contribute to that, give ya a twenty tomorrow.”
“Good with me, b’y, loves ya.”
“Loves you too. See ya tomorrow.”
He’ll try to give me the $140, of course, but these opportunities to pay him back are rare so I’m not taking it lol