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Watermelons are inexpensive if you buy whole one, definitely less expensive than a half- which is what i usually buy.  This week i bought a whole one because now i can share.

Last night i brought his half over to Mr. Cigars house and hung around for about 1/2 an hour while he chopped it up and gave some to the boys. (the 2 very large dogs)  When he took his to the living room I gave him a kiss and went home.

Don't have to stay for hours, my mission was accomplished.  I like that he is so close, that these type of visits can be normal.  I think he was a little surprised but also appreciative.  He had a nice cool snack and he got to continue watching his documentary in peace without me gabbing. Ha ha.

I understand.  I would like to see him every day actually, but i also want to read my book, watch my shows, and doom scroll the internet in peace.  

It's nice to share with him.  No big deal, just a little thought.  

The man cooks better than i ever will.  If i can fill his belly with in season fruit, i'll take the opportunity to do so.

He's a Leo.  And like Capricorns, they don't accept help very easily.  You almost have to force them, or trick them.  His house is huge and his yard is over 5 acres.  Mowing that sucker takes DAYS and then he has to do it again.  Other things start to fall to wayside, or take time away from him relaxing.  Things like scrubbing down the bathroom and cleaning allllllll those floors.  He's very clean, his kitchen is meticulous and organized because he is in it 80% of his time at home.

I want to help him, have offered  to help him and of course he says he doesn't need any help, he will get to it.   But i know he likes everything neat and clean.  Like i do.  And i have the time where he literally doesn't.  He could hire someone, but then he has to consider the dogs as well.  

The next time we spend a concentrated day together i'm just going to do it, while he's busy cooking, or tinkering with his toys in the garage.  

I think he will appreciate it, even it he says he doesn't need help.  OR "he'll think i'm overstepping" says the other part of my brain.  However, i'm going to ignore the negative thoughts.  The worst thing he can do is tell me not to do it again.

right? 

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