I have to admit, yesterday did not start out well.
It’s getting warmer around these parts and so we’re sleeping with the windows open in an effort not to turn on the AC for as long as possible this summer. But when we open the window, that means the cat wants to sit up there on the window sill all night. The only problem is that stupid cat has to jump up there and manage to get underneath the heavy shades first. As you can imagine, this makes a lot of noise and Will is a light sleeper.
So in the middle of the night, MJ got the squirt bottle to deter them. She walked over to my side of the bed and sprayed the cat, and that’s when trouble started. The cat was immediately freaked out. As soon as the water hit her she bolted like she was possessed. In a crazed frenzy, the cat leapt up onto the bed and proceeded to use me as a speedbump on her way out of the room, leaving a trail of claw marks across my bare chest.
Let me tell you, it hurt like hell. I immediately began writhing around on the bed in pain and I let out a fairly loud yelp because of the pain. In an attempt to stifle myself, I tried to leave the room and get as far away from Will’s room as possible so I wouldn’t wake him.
So I’m out in the living room trying to walk it off and stop the bleeding, when my loving wife began speaking to me. A normal person would ask if I was OK right? Well, not MJ. Instead, she asked where I threw the remote. At this point I’ve been woken up, scratched profusely by a crazed feline and now my wife doesn’t even ask if I’m OK. Suffice it to say I had a few choice words for her. And those choice words did in fact wake Will up.
And then she blamed me for that too.
I was so mad at her I left the house for a while in the middle of the night because I couldn’t stand the sight of her. In the morning, we had a come to Jesus talk about everything that’s been bothering us about each other lately. There was quite a list, and we each had some valid points. But after we calmed down a bit, we decided we all needed to get out of the house. But one of the problems we discussed was that we share almost no common interests. It’s true, we both hate each other’s activities and hobbies. I’d rather light myself on fire than go to a museum or an art show and she hates going to the movie theater more than I can express.
Luckily, we found a great event taking place in Falmouth yesterday called Hounds at Highfield. It was an event held at an old mansion open to babies and dogs. We got some great info, some training tips and socialized both Haley and Will. But then we saw something neither of us had ever seen: a primer on something called geocaching (pronounced geo-CASHing).
We learned that this phenomenon has been around for a while. Basically, it’s a hi-tech treasure hunt. Someone hides a box of goodies somewhere and they record the latitude and longitude. Then people with handheld GPS devices enter those coordinates and go hunting for the treasure. Usually these treasures are hidden in the woods, near the ocean and on walking/hiking trails that make for a fun time.
We both fell in love with it instantly. Yesterday we trekked through the woods with Will and Haley and we found the treasure. And luckily, I think we also managed to find a hobby that’s fun for both of us. Thankfully these things are hidden EVERYWHERE and all we have to do is save up some money for a GPS and we can start hunting.
I’m only in my third year of marriage, but it’s tough. Tougher than I thought it would be, made even tougher by the fact that MJ and I agree on nothing. But sometimes I just a need reminder that a little common ground goes a long way.
For more info on geocaching read all about it here.