Larry's ink

Larry was tired and he spilled his ink on the living room floor. It’s okay. He cleaned it up. We have a hard wood floor that needs to be refinished anyway. Then he was in bed already and I was in the bathroom and his ink bottle had gotten in there. I don’t know how. It doesn’t make sense his ink bottle being in there. The living room is different because Larry is always listening to movies while he’s working in there and his art supplies are spread all around.

The ink bottle in the bathroom was on its side and spilling. Don’t worry, I said, I’m just going to put some tissue on it and you can clean it up in the morning. The good thing is our bathroom counter is black already, the colour of Larry’s ink. So if we had some alien house inspectors come in during the night they wouldn’t even be able to tell. Then Larry almost didn’t clean it up in the morning because he had forgotten about it and couldn’t tell it was there.

There’s always scrap pieces of paper around with little ink painted squiggle lines painted on them. That’s proof of Larry getting the tip of his brush smooth just the way he likes it. It’s no good painting with ink when there’s blobby bits on your brush. Your work would end up with blobs in it.

Recently he spilled ink on the remote that plays the movies. Now we can’t rewind our movies back, like ten seconds to hear someone say something over again we missed the first time. Larry tried to empty the ink out of the remote, to dry it out completely, but it still wouldn’t work after he did that. We didn’t get a new one yet either because it would cost eighty dollars to get that kind of remote back again. Doesn’t that seem awfully expensive? What we do is use one of our other remotes to move us back to the start of the scene we’re in. That’s a big hassle though because we have to watch the whole scene over again just to hear one little word we missed.