you’ve heard of aa – but you probably haven’t heard of pcma, paper crane makers anonymous. little did i know what i was getting myself into when i married christian. there are those quirks you discover along the ups and downs of the first few years of marriage… some quirks are considered annoying while others are hopefully thought of as endearing.
the past few nights our living room has looked like a craft shop. “oh, robin must be exceptionally crafty,” you think. not really… christian has been going to town pumping out paper cranes by the dozens. you’d think he was starting his own company to rival mine. he says he received his first “crane” inspiration from a book in grade school. his cravings for this paper frenzy laid dormant all this time… until recently. he told me he’d like to make some cranes. he asked me to get him some paper. i had paper, i just didn’t feel like cutting the paper into two inch squares. my laziness did not stand in the way of what he craved. he found scissors and he went to work cutting up magazine pages and his crosswords. eventually he got a good little pile going.
last week i was getting ready for a craft night with the young women. he saw me pull out my paper stash. accusingly he said, “you have paper!? i thought you needed to buy some!” nope. this whole time what he itched for lay right beneath his nose. i guess that makes me an accomplice. he got to work and hasn’t quite stopped. two days ago he told me, “i think i have an addiction.” and then yesterday he complained that his crane making finger was sore.
maybe there’s a 12-step program out there i can enroll him in. he’s on his way at least, i think acknowledging he has a problem is a good sign.