View From My Window

Tuesday, October 12, 2021 — The house is quiet once more. All errands are done and Robert is asleep in his chair. I napped for a bit on the couch, after finishing a book on my Kindle. I was a bit tired after running two errands this morning. Our day went like this:

Night before last, I booked our appointment for our COVID-19 booster shots to be had this morning at the local grocery store pharmacy. The carpenter was here today, to finish up two railings that went alongside our two garages, and although I was a bit uncomfortable leaving him in the lurch, so to speak, I felt he would be o.k. I also needed to go to Home Depot to get some replacement slats for our vertical blinds. I worried that having more than the one errand to do would create tension for Robert and he balked at the additional errand at first when I told him about it, but finally said it was o.k.

As we were leaving the house I asked if he’d told the carpenter we had to leave for a bit and he said yes he had. So, off we went. After we’d got our shots, and waited the required 15 minutes, off we went to Home Depot. This morning, before we left the house, I again offered to bring him back home after the booster shots if he didn’t want to go to Home Depot. He declined, saying he walked funny anymore, but he could hobble around the store with me.

When we got to Home Depot, I parked so the sun was shining in the front window of the car, knowing that it was cold out and Robert really didn’t like the cold. It’s never really bothered him in the past, but he’s a bit sensitive to it now. After I parked the car I asked him again if he wanted to come in or would he rather sit in the car. By happenstance, I missed taking in his Flight Journal magazine which I’d picked up in yesterday’s mail. I told him he could sit here in the sun and read his magazine. He said, “You know exactly what you want, don’t you?” I replied yes, and said I would be as quick as possible. He relented then and said he’d just as soon wait in the car. I dashed into the store, found the replacement blind slats, but all they had was white and ours are a textured beige, so I gave up the search and headed back to the car.

Once back in the car I asked him if he’d like to buy me a Frosty at Wendy’s since I’d taken all of my money out to put with things for the garage sale to be held this coming weekend. When we got to Wendy’s I had to ask him to take out his money and he asked me if I had any money. I’d already explained that I had removed all of my money, but knew he had money because I saw it at the pharmacy when I had to ask him to remove his wallet so I could locate his COVID vaccination record.

As I write this, I realize that every step of anything I do anymore has to be planned to the nth degree, noting that if what I do includes Robert, it has to be explained more than once, and I have to expect that he’ll object to leaving the house at all. Which he does, religiously.

We got our Frosty’s and a large french fry then I parked the car so we could watch the trucks and trains. After a bit, I decided we really needed to leave and we got home just as the carpenter was leaving. He made a u-turn and came back to the house. I wrote him a check and showed him the other carpentry work that I wanted done. I told him to check his schedule and give me a call to let me know what he would charge and when he could do the work. Then, because the new fences were bare wood, I made the call to our painter and worked with him to get an estimate on painting. Every little thing… just amazing.

So now, as I write this, he’s still asleep in his chair. He nodded off shortly after we got back home. I got a short nap myself, after reading for a while.

Life goes on, one moment at a time. I did finally make the cut in the backing fabric for Amelia’s baby quilt, and have begun putting it together. I think I’ll have my long arm quilter friend quilt it for me. I can add the binding, but having her do the quilting saves me a lot of work and I don’t think my hands would be happy with all of that effort.

Be safe, take care of yourself, and remember to tell those you love that you love them. Sometimes, it’s hard to let life just flow, but it’s really better if you can do that, and not stress over things.

About tehachap

Happily married and retired, my hobbies are quilting, reading and anything to do with trains (watching, photographing and running them in our G scale garden railroad). My husband and I have truly enjoyed our retirement, and have fulfilled one of our primary goals in life and that is to own a home overlooking train tracks so we can watch trains 24/7. We are sincerely blessed in this life.
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3 Responses to View From My Window

  1. Joanne Noragon says:

    Progress on the baby quilt is good. Saving the hands even better.

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    • tehachap says:

      I have a trigger digit on my left hand and my thumb on that same hand has been giving me grief. I think I stressed it when cutting the blocks for the quilt. :/ I’m going to have to see an orthopedic surgeon and get it fixed. Robert tells me to ‘suck it up and just ignore it.’ But he’s not the one that wakes in the middle of the night with his finger crooked towards his palm and in pain. :/


      • tehachap says:

        p.s. I’ve had several surgeries on my hands for trigger digit release and carpal tunnel surgery on both wrists. No stranger to hand surgery! Just looking forward to less pain.


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