In the Foot
Yup . . . Grammie shot herself in the foot. I knew I needed another bag of laundry pods from the basement cistern closet. Tiny homes have only so much room other than what is needed day-to-day. I had carried the box downstairs containing the four bags. It took some doing to get past all the glue that closes the heavy cardboard boxes. When the last flap of the box let loose, I gave a wtf! Nice reading of labels Grammie. I had bought a 15 plus pound box of loose granular laundry soap. Oh that smarted. I nicely closed the flaps to get back to the plastic handle and nicely carried it up from the basement cistern room to park it in front of the washing machine in the bathroom. Dumb-de-dumb-dumb. This too shall pass.
The rest of the story from yesterday was not that Dennis was grumpy. Dennis was hurting. He had given the corner channel of our house siding another blast of spray for the wasps. As he was backing up to sit on the bench by the back door, he was not back far enough and he sat down hitting the edge of one of the 2 x 4s on his tail-bone. The 2 x 4 cracked. Oh I do know how that hurts and how long it takes to not hurt. Good thing Grammie’s medical supplies had some Bio-freeze to roll over the bruise.
There is a bank of Russian Sage purple flowers under the south window of my bedroom porch. The bees are loving it. There is no way I would think of getting in their way. Let’s hear it for pollinators.
Another thing that has happened to Grammie here on Stauffer Avenue. . . there is a cancer patient that will reach out to me . . . for nothing more than a kind word of moral support. How could I not be on the other end of the phone. Dennis’ son has never done me harm. In times past and at better times his many skills were appreciated here and also at Kevin’s. The reactions of our actions is a bitter sweet part of life. Jeff has commented that I know how to talk to him or respond to him, where as his dad does not. It’s not that Dennis doesn’t want to talk about what matters to Jeff right now, Dennis doesn’t know how. Dennis’ entire life he has always thought if he didn’t get involved with problems the problems would go away. How a man of 87 has lead his entire adult life like that and still ends up with me that plows right in to take care of the good, the bad and the ugly instead of running away, is amazing.
On a lighter note, I have scrubbed the last of the potatoes to boil for supper. I know that will appease some of his pain. Tee Hee.
Not to make light of anything, I now have two kittens that need some TLC, a hurting grandpa that can’t find a place to sit comfortably and Dennis’ child that is dying and seeks some kindness.
With that I take my leave. ♥