So I haven’t blogged about the hubby in a while, and after this week, I think it just may be high time.
That’s because this week, Resistant-Techie has come front and center of the Topsy drama. To explain why, though, I’ll need to backtrack just a bit and give you a little history.
Not only is R-T not the techiest tool in the shed, but he is actually quite proud of it, you see. He makes it known far and wide that he don’t need no stinkin’ flashing lights and beeping sounds in his life. No sir! He is a man of the great outdoors!!
So, in keeping with his character, he has made it his life’s goal to see every known (and unknown) waterfall within a 100+ mile radius of where we live. And let me tell you – – that is no small feat.
R-T hikes in good weather and bad weather. Alone or in company. He doesn’t care. He just wants to explore falling water and take photos of his finds. Right now I could basically keep every calendar company from here to Nantucket in business with all the incredible waterfall pics that are sitting on our hard drive.
If R-T doesn’t get to hike at least once a week he gets antsy. No, no, I mean really antsy. Trust me…I love the man and he has definitely still got it and all, but I’m all for the hiking, capisce??
Anyhoo – – the hubster often has to hike alone. That’s because if he always waited for the geek squad to join him, he would be twiddling his thumbs until he had a nasty case of carpal tunnel. So he heads out on his own. The only requests I make of him are that he please let me know the general direction where he is going and that he please stay on the trail. That way, if he does run into the inevitable bear, and ends up as Resistant-Techie pellets, I will have the DNA to produce for the life insurance peeps.
But last week he got cockier than usual when his spidey-senses told him that there was an as-of-yet undiscovered waterfall just over the ridge from the trail he was on. He WAS in the general direction where he told me, so I suppose he figured one out of two wasn’t bad.
But it was. Bad. And now I feel guilty because I should have been there.
Had I been with him, he would have never gone off trail. And had I been with him, he would have never convinced himself he could walk across a log to get to the other side of a creek. And had I been with him, he wouldn’t have slipped off that log and landed with his side slammed against it. And had I been with him, he wouldn’t have a broken rib and three detached ones.
And now, poor hubby has been forbidden by his doc to go out traipsing through the woods for at least 2-4 weeks. I’m figuring that is going to make him one ANTSY camper.
And me? Well, let’s just say I SHOULD have been there.