Good morning wonders:
This morning I was watching a yoga program when the instructor questioned mental adversity – was I using it as a stepping shield or a stepping stone? Noticed I said “watching” but I’ll say stone and I’m going to attempt to use my humor to throw a few this morning. For those who don’t know me humor is my defense mechanism. And if I can find the humor, All is well!
I have been in the bed for a week now with five more weeks to go and I have already discovered I need to build another house. This is my senior survivor moment.
To get around on my own my house will need a mini kitchen upstairs. A Bowl of oatmeal would be a survival food but no one knows how to make it. I said to my husband “I’ve been making oatmeal for these kids all of their lives how come they don’t know how to make oatmeal?” He just shook his head saying, “You answered your own question!” What ?
I also would have never suspected my children do not have a standard eating pattern. Well I’ve been feeding them for over 30 years breakfast, midmorning snack, lunch, afternoon snack, dinner and dessert without having to be provoked. They are willing to do it, some of them came home to do it, I just have to ask! People lunch is around noon. Hint, hint.
My new home has to have eye level cabinets along with an eye level stove. I would have never known how much bending and squatting I did in the course of a day. But reaching back into the depth of a floor cabinet is senseless. And it is amazing how everything ends up on the floor. If it wasn’t for J I would be depressed living in the mess I made. She keeps picking up my things for me singing, “Clean up, clean up, everybody clean up!” But the everybody sounds different than the rest of the song.
I need a dumbwaiter! Everybody brings things up, nobody takes things down. If I had a kitchen upstairs I could wash dishes. Sike!!!! No housework for me!
Oh wait, I have been brainstorming. I repurposed a Christmas gift temporarily.
Desktop easel transformed into a bedside tv stand. My greatest creation this year!
Okay morning pain is calling me. Time to wake someone up so I can get something to eat so I can take a pill. I’m thinking instead of building a new house, I should send one of the kiddies to butler school. It might be a wiser investment.
Until next time, I’m recovering fine, but keep wondering.