Well this hasn’t been a very eventful week, and for that, I am truly thankful. OK so, the glass-screened door in the living room got frozen shut and wouldn’t close and all the cold air was coming in from the porch. We had to call a friend over to help us at one in the morning because I injured myself trying to unjam the door and ended up barely able to use my arms for three days afterwards. And yeah, we’ve had almost seventy inches of snow and it’s not even officially winter yet. I tried to shovel, even though I was only able to push the snow because I had a muscle strain and couldn’t raise my arms from trying to open the stupid glass-screened door. Finally and thankfully, the husband of one of my best friend’s came by and dug us out. So all was well until…no, there is no “until,” all was just well and there was nothing else to worry about or cause me to fret or fear. OK yeah, so I had to get groceries and the weather kept holding me back and I started having weird upper respiratory allergies to some unknown thing that made my nose so stuffy that it felt like I had cement in my head, but really this was as bad as it got.
So, in other words, I had a fairly normal week full of the little stresses that befall us all. I hope I have more weeks like this, because it’s a nice break.
On top of that, mom likes the physical therapist that comes to our house twice a week to help her get stronger. I arranged this on the sly with her nurse practitioner because mom was saying she could do it herself and we both knew that was not going to happen.
(Seriously, why are senior citizens so stubborn and rebellious? People can talk about the terrible twos, and those awful teenage years, but let me tell you, senior citizens have all the others beat when it comes to pure cussedness.)
At first, mom wasn’t happy with me for arranging this, but thankfully she realized I did it to help her and she loves the guy, which is a real bonus. So, yeah, we’ve had a fairly uneventful week. Some might even say, boring, but see, after dealing with cancer and cancer treatment, boring is good. Boring is a blessing. I can handle boring.
Well OK, so maybe not all that boring; mom jumped out at me in the dark tonight and made me jump about mile in mid-air. She cracked up and so did I after I stopped screaming.
I tell you, those senior citizens are something else.