One thing CLH discovered when she moved home is that our mother keeps dryer lint. She asked why; BJWL wouldn't tell her. She asked me if I could think why and all I could think of was firestarters we learned about in Girl Scouts, made of dryer lint and kept by the dozen in single-serving sizes in egg cartons. Just now my sister came up from the cellar brandishing an 18-egg carton partially filled with dryer lint, which would lend credibility to my hypothesis. BJWL continued not to 'fess up. She turned back to the sink when CLH mentioned flammable cotton in a flammable carton, and not answering the firestarter idea, she countered my sister's repeated query with "Just to make you ask questions." The egg carton means my suggestion is probably right, but her refusal to answer at first meant she was a little embarrassed, and her refusal to verify my hypothesis now might mean she just doesn't want to be found out.
This is cute, not vexing, because I don't live with her.
Minutes later I asked her where I would find a colander. Before she indicated a cabinet, she asked, "Why do you need a colander?"
"Just to make you ask questions," I entirely predictably answered, with a grin, and she grinned back! because she understood I was making a funny, and also because by the time I uttered the word "questions" I was tipping blueberries into the colander so her question was answered anyway.
A conversational exchange. Yea!
Sunday morning it rained mistily while the Happy Couple were at God, so I enjoyed the rain, while it lasted, au naturel. When CLH emerged, we went to the lake, but not very long. She read while I swam, and when I emerged, I realized I was hungry. And so was she. So we hied ourselves to Essex and ate deli sandwiches on the dock at the foot of Main Street. Conveniently, the Connecticut River Museum is right there, so I didn't have to dig that up with non-internet research. We wandered through an amusingly sucky little craft fair, browsed in and out of shops looking for fudge and a birthday gift and finding neither, and continued questing into Saybrook for fudge. (CLH needed fudge, while cookies usually satisfy me.) Summertime in shoreline towns, and we could not find fudge (naturally we required a little independent shop). Bereft, we returned to her lair for "Cold Mountain" and "Six Feet Under."