The postings have tapered off because the routine is setting in. I wake up first, wheel my way to the kitchen and make one-handed coffee. Controlling the knee wheeler with one hand, I take the coffee basket to the sink while manuveuring the wheeler backwards, park sideways, put on the brakes, rinse the grounds, back up and redirect the wheeler and return the basket to the coffee pot. You get the idea. After about 10 minutes, I'm brewing the coffee. All this time, Farley is pacing and looking mournfully at me. How can I not drop everything and feed him? 20 pounds of cat gets really hungry after a long night. After about 15 minutes of pacing, he starts to cat-whine. "Please, Gari, I feel faint!" With no response from me, he finally goes to the steps and looks up. "Is that nice Glenn coming down and saving me the trip?" I can almost hear Farley sigh and then he gathers his energy and heads upstairs to stand in the doorway and stare at Glenn until he spooks him into getting out of bed to feed him.
And so the day goes. Nurse Glenn only says to me about twice a day now "I'm taking a break outside." Which means, "hope you have everything you need, cause I DON'T HEAR YOU!" We've become a good nurse and a good patient, respectively.

When things are this quiet, little things bring big excitement. Like a hole in the yard. Thursday we decided to go out for a little drive. When we got home, there were 4 people from the city in our yard. Glenn had called the Engineering Department about the hole. Apparently, football and unexplained holes hold equal fascination for men. I took this photo from the car; if you look behind the mailbox, you'll see 5 guys peering into the center of the earth. I've decided that's what the hole is: a start on getting to earth's core. None of the 4 guys from the city knew what the hole was. They suggested it might be an old cistern or an original drain that routed rain water to the ravine across the street. These ideas are less exciting than the ones I got from you readers: a hole that Glenn is preparing to dump me in or a direct route to Wonderland where I could meet the Mad Hatter! What the city people were very clear about was it's not Worthington's problem and don't mess it up and create more problems that you'll be responsible for!
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