On the move

May 18, 2013

Happy Birthday Karen!

Nothing whatsoever humorous about having to sweat pushing a handful of boxes, assorted bags and juggling a number of small items while gripping the handle of a crutch. Gave up and pragmatically scooted along the carpet in my apple juice stained sweat pants, sliding along the remaining baggage of my life down the carpeted hallway, angled down the stairs, moved into the back of the car to be absorbed into the vast and glaringly vacant of important furnishings like a bedside lamp duplex. Had I considered the inefficiency of eating Patrick’s yummy spinach salads directly from a paper napkin spread across the soon to be painted to cover the mars end table I would have saved myself embarrassment. As Taelor and my good friends can attest, that is typically after the fact!

Have an arms length list of items I need and a few in the “I want” category already. Nah, cross off the toilet paper since I can resort to stealing it from restaurants and coffee shops. You are now forewarned to watch your hall closet when I come over for dinner! The clue will be if collect my luggage-sized purse and ask to use the restroom. And just so you know, I am no longer on medication that requires stool softeners so we are good! I won’t be using half a roll of tee pee or taking undue amounts of time in the bathroom unless of course you have a good stock of scented soaps and lotions to sample!

Yes, this is my quirky mood and I never know what is going to show up on the screen as I type! Could be lack of meds and/or reintroduction of vitamins. Supplements are forbidden seven days prior to surgery.

Tyrus is fetching my skid-free socks to keep me warm in the chilled house, bringing me hot drinks and reminding me to prop my healing foot above my heart (no worries, Nettie!) He is sharing Fritos corn chips with me, catching them high, low and sideways, he is so clever, watching my eyes to see which way I aim to throw it. I wish all of you could have a dog like Tyrus!

I had an excellent delicious half salad for lunch and the other half is awaiting dinner. I have such wondrous honorable, generous and gracious friends who humor and feed me occasionally. As the neighbors tromp around like great trolls upstairs, I am concentrating on lining the shelves in the kitchen, planning where the plates and cups should be housed versus food and treats! The rigors of being a newbie in a home. Decisions, decisions!

So stirring to explore the new neighborhood, finding the Food Co-Op, hair salon, gas station, dog-walking park, farmer’s market and just gotta have some ice cream immediately store. We live in the middle of a maze of side streets off the main drag, around the corner and across the way from pretty much everything! It is convenient as long as you know where North is and how to find your way out of a paper bag, which sometimes eludes me. I come from a long line of don’t tell me to “Turn South” or “That it is on the Northeast corner of the street.” Give me a good ole fashioned right or left and I can find my way to the corner.

The curtain in the bathroom stops abruptly at the top of my chest so if anyone is interested in looking in at an old lady who’s taking a sponge bath with a plastic bag wrapped around her calf is in luck. The rest of the walls also require window treatments, all in good time.

As long as I can have my hot water for the French Press in the morning, I will be ready for the day. Taelor and I are off to find the Co-Op and fill the cupboards with fresh food and staples. Daunting to start over yet again with salt to peanut butter to olive oil and bread though it is a good feeling to be calling it my own for a change.