I guess he's not used to the idea of us being a married couple yet either. Last night he came in very late, and we were so tired that we just collapsed into bed without many words. I did sleep well, though it's different having someone next to you the entire time. The closest I ever got to doing that before was when Karen and I were six, rolled up tight in sleeping bags on the floor.
At almost nine Jack got up in a rush, suddenly remembering he had to feed the animals, water the crops, cut the grass, collect lumber, and so many other things. So I went ahead and fed the chickens to help him out. I hope he doesn't overwork himself--I should remind him at dinner tonight that you don't get married everyday.
Oh my gosh, dinner! What am I going to do?
I really don't mind cleaning and doing laundry and stuff, because (a) Jack is only in the house for a couple hours a day, and (b) it's only just the two of us living here. But cooking? I guess that's gonna have to be up to me, since Jack's always out doing something. I warned him, Gray warned him, Dad warned him, and Elli warned him that I can't cook worth a hill of beans. Jack said he didn't really care all that much but I get the feeling he's definitely going to care at sunset.
Otherwise, I guess he and I aren't doing half bad. We got up and dressed this morning in awkward silence. It's funny how I used to think about being married to him all the time, but I never thought about what it would be like living with him every waking moment. Then at breakfast, which wasn't more than his usual rice balls and pork buns from his freezer, he reached over and held my hand. Which was really sweet of him.
I looked at a recipe book he keeps in the kitchen, and I know how to make almost nothing in it other than the page I gave to him: mashed potatoes. And nobody wants to eat mashed potatoes every day.
I need Elli's help, but it's a Monday and she's probably out fishing or visiting Popuri.
Let's see... while those two are doing that, Karen's probably run away to the beach again, and Maria is tutoring the little kids at the church. There goes my social life for awhile, but think of how great it'll be later! I'll have the girls over for dinner if I quickly learn how to cook, and I'll show them all the great things about living here on the farm.
It'll be hard, but I'm surely going to try my best.