Some Kinda Wonderful

My husband Ted (remember the man who doesn’t call himself an artist?) surprised me today. He really shouldn’t, not because it is wrong of him to surprise me, but because he does creative things constantly. Maybe it is something like the startle reflex, which I can’t seem to prevent from happening. The surprise reflex is a great thing to keep experiencing, however. Life is some kinda wonderful when you have people like Ted in your life.

I thought he was just cleaning the garage. However, he was experimenting with concrete. He had a small amount of leftover concrete mix,  so he placed a leaf on a shoebox, then poured the concrete over it. This is what he brought me just before lunch:

Concrete Leaf by Ted Wiebe

Concrete Leaf by Ted Wiebe

It is his first experiment before designing and creating a fireplace, or a cement countertop for our ensuite. Both interest him. He envisions a project, and once he can see it, he can make it. If I haven’t done so already, let me explain that Ted has a knack for making and fixing things. I have been the fortunate recipient of his ingenuity and generosity for quite some time now.

It looks rather like a fossil, and is about the size (yes, you already figured it out) of an average shoebox. Let’s see if you can guess why it has rounded corners.


About CarolWiebe

Art entices, inspires, and delights me. Art is a vehicle for laughter, tears, wonder, enlightenment--taking me on a constant path of discovery. You can't say that about housework (except, perhaps, for the crying part).
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6 Responses to Some Kinda Wonderful

  1. Carol,

    My husband is really wonderful and thoughtful too. He thanks me for cooking,and he thanks me for not cooking. I don’t know how I’m feeling right now, I’m a little conflicted over your blog post because what Ted has done for you is just too nice!!!!!.

    After breakfast I’m leaving the house to buy a small bag of concrete, wrap it up in some very manly papier and set it on his chair with a love note “Bill darling, remember what today is? remember?….it’s “NATIONAL SOME KINDA WONDERFUL” remember? And……Ted Wiebe seems to have the license on it today!!!!

    Then I’ll throw myself on the floor and have a tantrum, for a little dramatic effect.

    Have a wonderful day while you think of all the artists husbands whose lives will be a living hell today by publishing this type of post.

  2. carolwiebe says:

    Chris, here’s a BIG hug. You make me laugh . . . I LOVE your spirit! Go easy on that man of yours . . . it sounds like Bill is a keeper.

  3. Carol,
    Big hug back………I am easy on him, yes he’s definitely a keeper!

  4. tammy vitale says:

    wow. VERY nice! no I can’t figure out the corners so you’ll just have to dish. My hubby’s creativity is music, sound and helping me drive to far away places with a large load of ceramics. He also changes kiln elements and creates 220 hookups and generally gives lots of moral support for buying and hooking up oxygen tanks and propane tanks and things that explode in the dark. I believe that behind every artist is another artist of a different sort. =]

    • carolwiebe says:

      The box caved in, and pretty evenly, as you can see from the picture. Ted wasn’t satisfied with it, because the corners weren’t even and some concrete pulled away or crumbled in places. I told him I love that about it!

      I can’t imagine being married to someone who puts roadblocks in the way of their partner’s passion. I know from past posts that your man is pretty wonderful, too. I keep thinking of those lollipops he makes at Christmas with a certain kind of yearning.

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