While
Nathan and John took care of trimming our trees the other day, inside the house
Cailyn sat with me as I did my exercises.
Cheered me on is more like it.
She counted with me. She
encouraged me. After one particularly
difficult leg lift, she said, “I can’t even do that one right now,
DadDad.” Aww. So sweet, right? Then she continued, “But then, you can’t do
25 jumping jacks, can you?” Nope. Got me there.
Ouch.
We
kept Ezra for a few hours while Christina and the rest of the family went to a
Christmas tea at their church. He inspected my walker very carefully when he
arrived. When he got down to the wheels
he smiled, backed off a little and said, “DadDad’s vroom, vroom.” That’s my boy.
I
stayed at home Sunday by myself. Kind of
like a student pilot flying solo for the first time. Chris set everything up for me so I wouldn’t
have to do much walking around or carrying.
Even had the peanut butter and jelly set out for my lunch. It was very strange to be home alone on a
Sunday, though. And then Chris stayed at
church to help with hanging of the greens, so it was an extended flight. I know there was a football game on at some
time in there, but honestly, I spent a lot of time sleeping. I did get my exercises in twice, though. Of course that in itself wears me out enough
to need a nap each time. And I hadn’t
had a good night sleeping the night before.
Lots of pain around midnight and again around 4 a.m.
Latest
drug-induced vision: I saw a round soccerball-looking object rolling toward me,
so I got all prepared to kick it. But as
it got close to me, I realized that it was actually a really fat cat just
rolling by. And in deference to those
who would have actually enjoyed meeting such a creature, no, I did not go ahead
and kick it. Guess the Round Cat Shock
was more than I could handle.
I
had my quarterly hearing aid checkup appointment yesterday. We drove all the way over there. I was even sitting in the chair for the
exam. That’s when I realized
something. No, I had my pants on. This wasn’t one of those dreams. I realized that I didn’t have … my hearing
aids. Totally forgot to stick them in my
ears. Not much they can do with nothing
to work with. Chris went home and picked
them up for me, though. To her credit
she wasn’t totally merciless in making fun of me. It was pretty funny, though. Sure made me laugh every time I thought about
it for the rest of the day. While Chris
was gone I took care of the money stuff.
Had to spring for $400 to renew the manufacturer’s warranty (already used it once, so I didn’t want to
lose that “benefit”). We’ll have to
come up with another $300 by March to keep the regular service contract in
effect as well.
Psalms
119:2 says, “Blessed are they who keep
his statutes and seek him with all their heart.”
Father,
thank you for memories of jumping jacks and vroom-vroom’s and even forgotten
hearing aids. Amen.
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