Today I had to do the insurance enrollment. This is not that big a deal. However, the episode began last night after rehearsal, when my husband said to me, “Do you want to have insurance?”

Now, it is entirely possible, when my husband says something like that, that he is intending to give up the insurance because someone has told him that we’re going to switch to National Health soon, or that he is planning to quit his job and move to Montana or something, so I assured him quite firmly that I wanted insurance.

Nope. He was reminding me that I should do the annual enrollment for the insurance. In a “young lady, if you don’t do your homework, you’ll have only yourself to blame for the consequences” kind of voice. And words, for that matter.

When you’ve been married a long time, there are usually some auto response issues. For me, one of them is the fact that I am always the one to do all paperwork. This presents itself in my mind as I always have to do everything, but that isn’t true. I don’t usually have to change tires, kill spiders, stuff like that. Taxes, insurance, school issues, bill-paying, all that I have to do. It makes me cross to think of it. Sometimes I say things like, “What would you do if I died?” in a cross voice.

So I got all bristly last night when he brought this up, instead of saying — as I should have, and would have, I’m sure, if he hadn’t said it the way he did — “Oh, thank you for reminding me. I’ll do that right away.”

This morning he said, “I’m not going to tell you about the insurance again.” In a warning tone. Like, “Young lady, I’m not going to tell you again to clean that room.”

“Good,” I said.

“Good,” he said.

I waited till he left the house before going online and filling out all  those little boxes.

Now that I’ve been childish and petty, I’m going to make buckwheat waffles with blueberries and then go teach my class. After that I’ll write the website content for the day, and then it will be time to hover vulture-like for Amazon. I think I don’t get offered the amazing cool stuff any more, actually — other people get printers and sheets and video games; in fact, I was offered some software last month, requested it, and they canceled it. Nonetheless, this is the holiday list. So there may be wild gift items.

Don’t think I’m complaining. I like the things I’m offered — books, mainly. It’s just that no one madly snaps up the books. You don’t have to be there in the first few seconds to get the cool new books on math or Islam. But you never know. I still feel regretful when I think of the way I just barely missed the Bamboo Tablet. This magical and beautiful device allows you to use your computer as though it were — paper! How cool is that?! Since I have ready access to paper, I have thus far resisted the temptation to buy one of those things with the grocery money. Actually, The Computer Guy recently showed me what Sukey had accomplished with one of these things in nine hours of work. Since these were printouts, they looked just about exactly as though she’d used a pen and paper. It didn’t look like nine hours’ worth of work, frankly. Still, I will be there at the F5 button at 2:00, I’m sure.

Just in case.