Sabra, now that she is mostly retired from her job at the veterinary clinic, has become even more fastidious. Yesterday, for example, I found her on the top step of a small ladder dusting the hooks that the pots and pans hang from in the kitchen.
“How can you tell they’re dusty if they’re over your head?” I asked. You’d think after 14 years of marriage I’d know better than to ask such a question but then some things never change. “Well, I can see them while I’m on the ladder,” she replied, not amused at being slowed down with silly questions.