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Way "up nawth" in northern NH, where the snowdrifts are big enough to have their own zip codes, life on the farm comes with equal parts work, wonder, and comic relief. I’m Sandy Davis—farmer, storyteller, and frequent victim of livestock with too much personality. Here’s where I share the true (and mostly true) tales of everyday life on American Way Farm—the moments that inspired my book Between the Fenceposts.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Testing: DH, Darling Husband—or Dumb Husband?

I sent Jim a test post to see if he could fix the problem at work loading the blog. He works in the maintenance department, which means he can repair just about anything with a wrench, a wire, or sheer determination. Computers, however, are another beast entirely. They don’t make satisfying clanking noises when you hit them, and duct tape doesn’t seem to help much.

When he first told me the blog wouldn’t load at his office, I pictured him sitting there, surrounded by tools, glaring at the screen like it was a piece of machinery that refused to cooperate. Somewhere between reboot number three and muttering under his breath, I’m sure the other guys in the shop started giving him a wide berth. There’s nothing scarier than a man who can fix a hydraulic pump but can’t get a website to open.

When I wrote that this was a “test for DH,” he read it later and asked, “What does DH stand for?” I told him it means Darling Husband. Without missing a beat, he smirked and said, “Are you sure it’s not Dumb Husband?” That’s one of the things I love about him—he doesn’t take himself too seriously. Even when the internet conspires against him, he still finds a way to make me laugh.

The best part? He did fix it. Somehow, between maintenance calls and troubleshooting equipment, he wrestled the computer into submission. He might not know what he did, but by golly, it worked. He texted me later, proud as a peacock, letting me know the blog was finally loading.

So yes, that was just a test post—but this is a little tribute to my DH: Darling, Determined, Handy-as-They-Come Husband. The man can fix anything—from a busted pipe to a stubborn webpage—given enough time.

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2 comments:

Shelley said...

LOL at DH! I didn't know what it meant until last month!

Dark Spice said...

That's funny. I always read "DH" slightly differently. Rather than "Darling Husband," I think "Dear Hubby," but it means the same thing either way. :P