I had gone out to give her a juice drink. It was a hot day and my mission was to keep her hydrated whether she liked it or not. As I waited for her to gulp her drink (Sipping? No such thing when she's on a task), she mentioned that she was wet because she slipped and fell on top of the beans. If she hadn't said anything, I wouldn't have noticed she was wet. When I looked at the beans, I couldn't tell that anything was wrong. The woman is that light.
"Here, let me finish watering," I said, reaching for the hose.
"No, I can do it," she said, swerving away from me.
After three times of going back and forth, I let it go. After nine years of living with her, I have finally learned to choose my battles. Assured that she hadn't hurt herself, I went back inside to work.
About 45 mi…