He has his reasons:
- raspberries are thorny
- he doesn't want to mow around them
- i am growing old
"But, honey," i say, "it'll save us $120 a month." We pass the farmstand on our way home, and in June and July, i stop every day to buy a pint of raspberries for $3.99.
He's a Mc, so appealing to his Scotch frugality usually works. But not this time.
He used to be a salesman, and he's taught me to respond positively to each rebuttal:
- i'll do the picking
- i'll mow around them
- if i die tomorrow, you can just mow them down.
This wanting/not-wanting plays out in our very own minds. Why haven't i put in a raspberry bed before this? I didn't really want one.
So, instead of projecting my frustration (with myself) onto him, i and the raspberry bed will wait.
I know from experience that he does not like change. But, then, one day, he changes his mind.
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