Multitasking

He soaks thirsty flowerbeds, using his clever, self-invented contraption—a long copper pipe with holes drilled exactly four inches apart—and pulls weeds during breaks. I prepare lunch, water potted plants and shepherd laundry during breaks. But it's Friday, set aside this week for washing dirt-spattered windows. He takes the more difficult task outside, in bright sun- generated heat. Spring cleaning is a bit late this year--first my surgery, then his auto accident. Now, we push to meet a dead- line. We're expecting out-state guests. Their plane will land at Lambert Field, tomorrow noon. They will be met with hearts at ease, happy petunias, windows with sparkle—and a dessert of hot apple pie with vanilla ice cream.