Archive for November, 2007

Tomorrow my sister is arriving at 9am to stay here while I go shopping or whatever. I have so many things to do that it’s like a kid in a candy store. What to do first. I have so many friends I’d like to meet. Probably will just “do whatever I want” for this first time!!!

If the Debit and MC machines are all jambed up tomorrow, you may blame me:)

Today my sister and her husband came to help us set up our circle around our entry door and a tree W made for the garage years ago.

It’s so nice to have help as the circle is 9′ in diameter and the tree goes to the peak of the garage. I’ll take pics tomorrow night and show you folks. Shirl was complimenting W on the tree and he seemed to remember making it.

It’s white wood and the outlined and filled in with green lights. The circle is multi colored mini lights with garland. Usually I have 2 urns with cedars/lights on each side but they died in the heat this summer.

Merry Christmas – yikes!

Arrived home about 6pm to find a dead bee on the kitchen cabinet. That was not there when we left. Was he/she in the garage all these cold days?

Anyway, bugs or whatever creep me out so I called W to pick it up with a tissue and flush it in the “big bathroom”.

Poor guy headed toward the back entry looking for the bathroom, then the kitchen, finally I steered him to the main bath.

Even after all these years, I find it difficult to see this. It’s like a bad dream. The next moment he’ll comment that he was so happy the space shuttle landed safely.

UPDATE: According to the intake nurse, I will be allowed 3 hours respite per week. When I mentioned that I live 1/2 hour from the city, she said that maybe she could give me 4 hours. Right now I’m a bit numb.

The cedar chest is heavy and I asked him to lift one end as I put felt pads under it.

He is strong and held it (too) high. I was embarrassed to say, I forgot to take the papers off the felts. I told him and apologized as I said so.

He laughed and said,”That’s Ok – you don’t have a brain.”

In shock and through my tears, I applied the felt pads.

Later, I was kidding around with him and said something to the effect “That it’s Ok -I don’t have a brain.” He told me to never say that again. Told him he said that last night. “I’d never say something like that to you.”

“I know, Hon.”(The old You wouldn’t but “this” You, did.”)

Disbelief, tears, whatever – I’ve been lucky so far.

Years ago he bought wonderful wall – mounted brass lamps for our bedroom. Every night he waits til I finish brushing, etc. and as I crawl in to bed he asks,”Ready?” I answer I am and he turns the light out.

Last night same routine but when I said “yes” he couldn’t find the switch. Leaned forward and was pulling electrical cords and getting slightly frustrated.

I jumped out of bed and told him it’s “easier” if I turn the lights out.

“Thank you, Honey.”

I am glad to be writing this journal because I would never remember any of the slip slidy things. Each small thing is part of a composite. A mosaic telling a story – our story.