A Happy Life: Moments with Denny and Rosie
By Tina Friesen
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It is surprising how extraordinary an ordinary life can be. Denny, a banjo picker and self-taught computer geek, can roast and brew a perfect cup of coffee. Rosie, the love of his life, is coping with full-on menopause and grappling with the fact that an editor told her to scrap the novel she’s been working on for fifteen years. They find it’s really the simple things that make for “A Happy Life.”
Tina Friesen
Tina Friesen is the published author of a number of short stories and articles. She won first prize in a Christmas Story writing contest for her short story, A Different Kind of Christmas.When she is not writing she can be found indulging her love of photography, gardening, interior design, art, painting and playing guitar. She particularly treasures time spent with her family and coffee or tea times with friends.Tina resides in the Pacific Northwest where the coast and the mountains are a source of inspiration for her.
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A Happy Life - Tina Friesen
Acknowledgements
I want to acknowledge my faithful readers on ahappylife.ca where I originally tested the waters with A Happy Life. Thank you for letting me know you enjoyed reading and for encouraging me to continue. Thank you to Verna Warner and Gail Sattler who stood by me in the writing process, making edits and offering suggestions. Thank you for asking, When can I read it?
Thank you to my sisters who believed in me and loved my stories. Thank you to my mother who remained unwavering in her confidence that anything I set my mind to was possible. Most of all, thank you to my husband, Sheldon, for being my inspiration and supporting me in more ways than I can count.
Dedication
In loving memory of my father.
Table of Contents
Acknowledgements
1 OK Google
2 Ticket to Ride
3 Spanakopita
4 The Vacuum Cleaner
5 Wild at Heart
6 One Good Book
7 Volunteering
8 Relatives
9 Shoes
10 Water Shoes
11 Halva
12 After Christmas Shopping
13 Not Much is Changing
14 Happy Writing
15 Skeet Shooting
16 Vanity
17 Higher Education
18 Storage
19 An Old Spark
20 Smiling
21 A Mouse Story
22 God is Smiling
23 Blinkers
24 Prius
25 Leg Press
26 Five Guys
27 Vicks
28 We Live Till We Die
29 No Cheating
30 Understanding
31 Target
32 A Perfect Rainy Day
33 Cute Ears
34 Google Docs
35 Fleece Pants
36 MacBook Pro
37 White Spot
38 Boundaries
39 Redneck
40 The Jogger
41 Focus on Victories
42 Thrift
43 The Entertainer
44 Incompatible
45 Archival Quality
46 Valentine’s Tomatoes
47 A Hard Copy
48 Embarrassing Surgeries
49 Cross-Cultural
50 My Mother
51 Reports
52 The Nexus 6
53 Virtual Files
54 A Phone Watch
55 Unity Candle
56 Domain Name Server
57 Play Some More Banjo
58 Let’s Party
59 Fences
60 Ordinary People
61 Listen to the Birds
62 Impression Management
63 Best Auntie Ever
64 Hash Browns
65 Celebrating
66 A Girl Dreams
67 A Waste of Money
68 Phone Plans
69 Car Dent
70 Mr. Denny, is That a Purse?
71 Calipers
72 Not Costco Jeans
73 Think Happy Thoughts
74 Don’t Look Back
75 Looking Good
76 No Ordinary Water Bottle
77 The Log
78 Unscented
79 Car Wash
80 Free Flowers
81 Gullible
82 I Really Quit
83 Sisters
84 Clean Glasses
85 Good Times Camping
86 Speaking of Forgetting
87 A Gift Card
88 A Happy Life
About The Author
Dedication
In memory of my father.
A Happy Life:
Moments with Denny and Rosie
1 OK Google
OK, Google. Remind me to buy a turkey tomorrow.
What?
I call from the bathroom as I rinse toothpaste down the sink. It’s bedtime. Denny doesn’t hear me. I bend over and put my toothbrush in the cabinet and realize he is not talking to me.
I remember now that Denny asked me earlier if he should buy a turkey. Turkey is on sale. It’s the week before Christmas. Denny is talking to his new toy, a computerized watch.
I turn off the bathroom light and walk into the living room. Between the bathroom and the living room I’ve decided—tomorrow I am going to start that book.
At a writer’s conference I showed an editor an excerpt of my manuscript, well, actually three excerpts. I had three segments with me so I thought I might as well go for broke.
She looked up at me over her reading glasses. I’m sitting there, not sure what to make of her, but I’m looking at her grey hair and thinking she should change hairdressers.
You know what I’m going to tell you?
Well, no, I don’t. I wait.
Forget the book.
I stare at her. Fifteen years of work. She wants me to forget it.
Start over. Start something new.
Simple. Just like that.
Just write.
In the living room I break the news to Denny about my plan to start a new book. Maybe I’ll start writing a page a day I tell him.
If you’re really serious about writing, Rosie, it would be a good idea to set aside a specific time each day to do it. If you write a page a day, you could have a book finished in one year. It’s good to be consistent and write at the same time each day. You’ll be surprised how much you can accomplish if you do that.
I acknowledge his suggestion and start for the bedroom. Then, impulsively, I break my routine. Instead of going to bed, I walk back to the living room, sit down in the corner in my favorite upholstered chair and open a book.
Denny is turning off the lights. He asks me to close the window blind behind me. He turns off my reading lamp. The room goes dark.
I’m going to read for awhile.
Oh,
the light goes back on.
Denny sits down with his laptop, across from me, on the sofa. There is a faux leather ottoman between us. We both prop our feet up on the ottoman.
After awhile Denny interrupts me and asks if he can show me a two minute video. He angles his computer so I can see. Two guys sit on coolers opposite each other and take turns putting an elastic band around the middle of a watermelon. Suddenly the watermelon explodes and they go flying off their seats. Denny laughs heartily.
A few minutes later I ask Denny if I can read something to him. It’s a funny part but he doesn’t even crack a smile.
Can you read that again?
I read the two sentences again. Now he breaks out laughing.
I try and focus on my reading but before long I get up and go sit with Denny on the sofa.
It’s bedtime,
he tells me as I lean against him.
I know.
He puts his arm around me. I rest my head against his bare chest and feel the soft coarseness of his copper and white chest hair on my cheek. I look over at his computer and see a picture of a phone.
How long can you look at the Nexus 6?
I figure he has been doing this all evening, all week. He’s been talking about the Nexus 6 for over a week now.
It’s not the Nexus, it’s the case,
he snaps shut his laptop. OK, so he was studying a case for a cell phone.
I snuggle in and get cozy next to him.
We might fall asleep here,
he says.
Wouldn’t this be a great way to fall asleep? I just want to let those little endorphins kick around for awhile.
Two seconds later a hot flash hits me full force and I forget all about endorphins, or snuggling, or even sleeping. I head for the bedroom and strip.
Hot flashes make me desperate. My friend calls them flushes. Whatever.
Denny follows me.
I need to find my laptop,
I look around the room in desperation.
Denny goes to the living room in search of my laptop. I’m pulling my nightgown over my head when he returns and holds out my laptop to me. I put it on the bed. My body feels like I’ve over-stayed my time limit in a hot tub.
Denny stands still in our tiny bedroom where there isn’t even room to pass and I realize he is waiting to kiss me goodnight.
Dutifully I turn to him and he kisses my forehead. I am not too distracted to notice. I kiss his lips.
He says goodnight and walks into the living room. Denny has taken to sleeping on the sofa due to my hot spells and erratic sleeping patterns.
It is December and the Canadian west coast feels like the tropics to me. I prop pillows behind my back as I sit in bed and open my laptop. I picture the woman with the hair that looked like she cut it herself and wonder about her credentials.
2 Ticket to Ride
I am in the shower, trying to rinse off the aches in my back, my neck, my hips. Mornings are like that.
Going back to work, after Christmas, I have so much on my mind.
Above the noise of the shower spraying I hear tinkling in the toilet. Denny is up. He doesn’t have to go to work this week.
I turn off the shower and squeegee down the wall tiles with a firm grip on the rubber handle.
A few minutes later my hair is dried, my make-up is on. I have a million thoughts running through my head for my story.
Would it help for you to record them?
I don’t think I have time to do that.
In Denny’s life there is always time for the things he wants to do.
I sit down in my chair and pick up my laptop. I will quickly get some notes down. It will only take a minute.
Denny says something and then stops himself. I shouldn’t be interrupting you.
He is sitting on the sofa opposite me. He pulls a fuzzy brown blanket over his head. He is still in his underwear and I can see his large white legs sticking out from beneath the blanket.
I’m not here,
I hear Denny’s muffled voice from underneath the blanket. Of course I’m not distracted as he continues to sit there, his ankles crossed and his feet wiggling.
His looks up and now he is wearing the blanket as a toga. I grin.
I’m going to write a silly book, like Miranda Spence.
I point at the book I was reading yesterday.
You’re laughing already and you haven’t even finished the book.
I’m not really laughing, but almost.
I tell you, if you can make people laugh, they’re going to love it,
Denny tells me. That’s what people want. They want you to make them laugh.
I smile some more. I get back to typing. Only now I have forgotten the main thing I wanted to remember to write, the reason I risked turning on my computer in the first place.
I get up and walk to the kitchen, where the thought originated, thinking this might help.
The bananas you bought yesterday are already over-ripe,
I tell Denny. His doctor advised him to eat a banana a day for potassium.
I look in the fridge for something to take for lunch. Yesterday evening I polished off a tub of rice pudding and there is one more chilling in front of me. I reach for a carrot. Lutein, for my eyes. They have been burning lately. I grab a celery stick and a couple of radishes to go with my carrot and stuff them in a container and snap it shut.
We’ve long ago given up having normal breakfasts together, except on weekends, when Denny cooks. Denny could do one of those YouTube videos on how to cook breakfast.
I glance at the table. On the table is the Ticket to Ride game we played last night.
Denny sees me looking at the game. You won again yesterday. You’re better than I am.
No I’m not.
Yes you are. You’ve won every time except once.
I just have a strategy that works.
That’s why you’re better than me.
Not really.
Because Denny is not working today I have asked him to come to my office, later, and help me with my desktop publishing. Denny is a self-trained computer tech.
I also need him to do a couple of odd maintenance jobs.
If it’s ok with you, I think I’ll plan to put that thing up on the wall on Friday, instead, and anything else you need done on Friday.
Umm. Uh huh.
That thing refers to the paper towel dispenser in the kitchen. He also needs to put waste receptacles in the ladies’ bathroom stalls. A lot of things have been neglected in the last decade at the non-profit I work for, including waste receptacles in the women’s bathrooms.
Denny agrees to come to the office today after lunch to help me with my computer. On Friday he will do kitchen and bathroom maintenance and replace finicky fluorescent lightbulbs that require the use of a stepladder. Denny likes to have a clearly laid out plan.
When I was hired in the summer it was assumed Denny was part of the package. So far he’s cool with it.
I go to the door and glance at the time on the microwave—9:40 a.m. I grab my things, kiss Denny goodbye and hurry down the hallway to the elevator without a minute to spare. This writing life will take some adjustment.
3 Spanakopita
I am cleaning out my purse and dumping stuff on the dining room table. Denny walks by and rubs my back affectionately. I stuff a fistful of receipts, Kleenex and handi-wipes into the garbage in the kitchen and return to the dining table. I pull a booklet I picked up at work out of my purse, Finding Peace at Christmas.
I open it and read a line here and there and put it in recycle.
I take the passports out of my purse. They are still in there from the last time we crossed the boarder to visit the kids and to buy gasoline. Gas is cheaper there than in Canada. I put the passports safely away.
I fill my water bottle and I’m ready for work again.
Don’t forget your lunch,
Denny says cheerfully as he brings me a tiny bag from the refrigerator and holds it out for me. The bag contains a spanakopita. Yesterday he came home with one spanakopita and a Butter Chicken samosa for me. Denny likes to surprise me with food treats.
It’s minus three out there,
Denny warns me. I just about froze my fingers off yesterday when I went for a walk.
I forgot to get the keys made,
I exclaim in dismay as I remember I was going to make duplicate keys yesterday for new tenants at work.
Can you get those done on the way to work?
Yes, but I’ll be late then.
Well, it’s part of work. It should be your hours.
Denny is right.
That’s the part I haven’t figured out—how to get paid for the extra hours I put in. Never mind the extra hours Denny puts in working for me.
The thing with a non-profit is that it runs on volunteers. With all those hours put in by volunteers, what’s an extra hour of free work here and there?
I decide to take Denny’s advice and I text my boss to tell him I’ll be half an hour late because I’m getting keys made. I grab my spanakopita and smile as I head out the door. Not a bad idea, Denny. The spanakopita and getting paid for working.
4 The Vacuum Cleaner
You want to see something really cool?
Denny holds up his watch and starts talking to it. ‘I have a really cool idea of something to write. It’s all about a taco.’
Denny looks at me as he talks to his watch, the one he got for Christmas that connects to his Android phone.
And then I can go to my phone later in the day and it will have all those notes for me. Pretty cool, eh?
He shows me his phone and sure enough, there is a message about a taco!
"Kind of like Star Wars, he says.
I can go to Jason and say, ‘Agent 763489. This is 76. Nice stash.’" Denny is pretending with his watch, as he talks into it. Jason is our grandson. He’s at the age where he loves make-belief.
I follow Denny’s conversation as I sit in my chair and wait to begin my writing. It’s Saturday morning. Denny knows I want to start writing.
What do you mean by ‘nice stash’?
I ask him.
Moustache—’stache.
I smile. Denny is proud of his own ‘stache.’ It is fairly prominent.
It wasn’t about the moustache this morning,
I say, coyly.
Denny laughs merrily. He trimmed his moustache after he got out of the shower and came into the bedroom to show me.
He carries his cup of tea into the living room and walks up to me and wafts it under my nose.
Do you want to smell this?
Wow.
Makes you feel like you want to eat something.
Denny is a coffee and tea connoisseur. I take a wiff of peach spice. It’s a specialty tea and a bit pricy, so Denny found it online and ordered a bag of loose leaf tea for a deal. We have a lot of peach spice tea now.
My computer is on my lap. I am waiting for Denny to finish talking to me.
When I was a teen my uncle Tom would pull