Dennis is feeling quite proud as he had successfully implanted a brick in my pants for the entire day of Monday.
We have had such a great run of getting everything done this summer and fall. Neither one of us can do it on our own . . . but together the outside work was whacked and stacked. No branch left lying or piles of soggy leaves left to mold.
We moved right into the housework. It was a “We” all the way. Dennis recalls a comment I made many years ago: “I don’t ask for much . . . but I deserve to have a clean home.” Thus the ole cowboy steps up, steps into the world of dust bunnies. With a forced air furnace there are always going to be dust bunnies.
Dennis was busy this fall working with getting his newly acquired 1968 Cub Lo-Boy spruced up and I spent a fair amount of time in the sewing studio. Now it was time to pay the piper.
The piper has been paid, Dennis’ hands are soft from the Murphy Wood Soap wipes and on the last day of the cleaning frenzy I reached too far. I reached too high and the right shoulder literally pulled me up short. We checked out the range of mobility and knew that the hardware of the shoulder replacement was OK. There were muscles and tendons that were pissed. Sunday night was ice pack night as I watched the Toy Story 3 movie. Heat brings more blood to the owee and causes more pressure. Ice takes away some of the blood supply and the pressure. Sunday night was hard to find a good spot to sleep on. Making sure I had crackers with the Aleve Gel Caps, Monday my buns were in my favorite chair with more ice packs watching television. Dennis made one of his notorious pasta hotdishes for supper. I slept well last night.
This morning the shoulder was back in good stead and Dennis can take his brick and . . . ! The experience drove home that from the neck down I have great mobility. From the neck up . . . not so much. The mandated downtime was needed. Dennis’ loving care was needed and appreciated. What works for one, works for both. Today is Tuesday and there really was nothing that needed much tending for Thanksgiving Day. It’s all good here on Stauffer Avenue. I most likely needed a slap of reality . . . AND it has nothing to do with age.