The ordinary things

Remember when you were young and foolish? When you looked at the infirmities of older people without the least bit of recognition that, if you were fortunate/unfortunate depending on your point of view, you were going to be that persons in not all that many decades?

This though penetrated my brain this morning while sitting in one of those ergonomic office chair that must have been built for someone not of my size and build. There is nothing I can do about the depth of the seat nor its angle. So there I sit, with my legs wrapped around each other turning me into a pretzel. And, it makes my feet and ankles swell. Which is why I had the thought about what I used to view as old women and their legs a solid post between foot and knee. aWell, I might just be approaching that. And where did I put the support stockings…..

I am spending today at Dani & Alex’s while she is at work. Alex is doing ok, but no way can he round up the dogs while on crutches. My alternate job is coffee procurer. It is but a simple thing to stop as I exit the freeway at San Pablo Dam Road and grab a couple of lattes. Their kettle and his drip system are buried somewhere in one of the boxes and no one should have to face the day without an adequate dose of caffeine.

I have managed a small amount of stitching and a large amount of letting dogs out, bringing dogs in, letting dogs out, bringing dogs in…. they can’t escape the yard – it is well fenced. But there is a gopher hole which was discovered the other day…. If that gopher is smart, he has moved. Then there are the cats who live next door. They have figured out they are safe on their side of the fence but that doesn’t mean it isn’t interesting sitting there watching dogs go nuts….

or thinking that Alex’s lunch should be theirs..

 

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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One Response to The ordinary things

  1. AlisonH says:

    Those sweet puppy faces!

    Best wishes for an easy surgery and recovery to Alex.

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