Last night the MIML took me to see my dear friend Irene in Queens. I know he was tired, but he took me anyway. I was picking up a hand-me-down electronic, a television. It was given to her by her son's paternal grandparents (grandparents are always giving someone something).
One man's trash is another man's treasure they say, in my case, one man's trash is another man's trash. The MIML lugged the oversized television down two flights of stairs and then drove me to Brooklyn. He then carried said television UP three flights of stairs to my apartment. He helped me set up all the necessary wires, plugged in all the plugs and then we switched it on. I anticipated a clear, crisp 30-something inch picture on my newish television. What we saw was primetime through a rose colored screen. The fact that everything was shades of pink didn't alarm us at all, we just attempted to adjust controls. We adjusted, then adjusted some more...nothing. It was pushing 10pm by this time and I was getting frustrated and tired. I thanked MIML for all his help and he was out the door with a hug, kiss and my old television in his arms. I got in bed and attempted to adjust the color, tint, sharpness...nothing. After about thirty minutes I called MIML.
"It's not working, I want my t.v. back"
"so go down now, it should still be there"
"aughhhhh....I don't wannnnnaaaaa"
"come on Maria, don't be lazy"
"DON'T CALL ME LAZY, I'M TIRED!"
"calm down, I'm joking"
"bye"
Moments later I was downstairs attempting to carry my very old, very heavy but very working television up three flights. I unattached all wires and plugs from the rose colored television and set it by the door, where trash belongs. I then put Old Faithful in her rightful position atop my IKEA stand re-attached all necessary wires and viola! CSI:Miami the way it should be.
I then called the MIML.
"I got it"
"Good, Is everything okay now?"
"Yeah, I hurt my thumb though. It was heavy"
"Sorry"
"We'll have a good night"
"You too love, I may drive tomorrow"
"Okay, so pick me up"
"Okay, Good night"
"Night"
It was a long night. As I was falling asleep I felt really greatful for the MIML. He's always there to shuttle me around and make sure I'm okay. Even when I just want things and don't really know what I'm getting in to. Even when I just want him to just BE there. Isn't that what we all want? Someone who will be there for us just because? Someone who is on our team routing for us regardless of the cause
