I went for a long jog this morning, my attempt to make amends for the meal I knew I would soon be savoring.
For those who don’t know, Greg and I met in a tae kwon do club that involved a lot of intense physical activity, so he’s used to seeing me sweaty and makeup-less. And according to him, he actually prefers me this way, “natural,” as he would say.
When I returned this morning, I stopped to talk to him about a recipe he was about to prepare. He put his hands on my waist and quickly snatched them back.
“You’re sweaty!” he said. He couldn’t have sounded more repulsed if I had doused myself in turkey grease.
“Well, yes, of course I’m sweaty. I just went for a long run,” I said.
I don’t know what has come over him. Maybe he’s so used to Eleanor’s sweet-smelling skin that he forgot girls sweat.
But on this day of thanks, I will forgive him because he did make the apple- and bacon-stuffed acorn squash just as I asked. And he gets up with Eleanor at 6:30 almost every morning. And he always cleans Winston’s litter box. And he listens to my complaints, which are much more numerous than his. And he lets me make fun of him here, for everyone to see. Happy Thanksgiving!