We've been bringing in wood in preparation for The Cold and Dark Season. He brings tractor bucketloads to the screen porch; I stack it. It's getting close in there, and we were negotiating about where the bucketloads should be dropped so I would have room to stack. He came inside and told me, "I put the wood on that side (arm gesture) of the wall so you can stack it on the other side (arm gesture) of the wall."
Code key: Wall = Porch
Husband has been buying woodworking tools, and recently found a needed safety part online. He mentioned an email he'd received from the seller, and said to me, "His PayPal address is at the end of the machine."
Code key: Machine = Message
The language of woodworking leaves me in a swirling fog of confusion, and he's speaking that language now, frequently: jig, and fence, and kerf...
I know what a jig is: it's a dance.
And I know what a fence is. Or I used to.
A kerf? What?
Pretty soon I think I'll give up and stop trying to communicate verbally with him at all. We'll move around each other like two dogs, sending and interpreting our intentions with the set of our ears or eyebrows.
The tail thing will be a problem.