Crutches are not as padded as they appear, the padding they do have makes my hands smell funny no matter how many times I wash them, and I am longing for the day when we can decide where the heck we will try to store them, which will mean I have no more use for them at long last.
In the meantime, I am developing coping mechanisms while simultaneously enriching all our local fast food merchants as we turn to them for nightly sustenance.
And predictably enough, as much as I gritch and complain when dinner prep duties are calling I am now remembering a lesson I've learned at the front and back end of many a move. When I MUST eat fast food day after day, it gets tiresome. Very very tiresome.
And another larger lesson to undergird the whole "wait until I have somebody to hold a ladder no matter how irritated I am by the smoke detector bleeping when the battery needs replacing" has been this one. When I am not one hundred percent? I am not loads of fun for company. I get even more impatient than usual and the teensy areas where I feel I still might exert control enlarge to become my universe, reducing me to a very unbecoming overfocused snappishness if I am not extremely careful. And some times, even when I am trying to be extremely careful.
So OK universe.
I just might even remember to be grateful for the chance to cook my own dinners with the food I choose in my own kitchen again.
At least for a couple of days.
At any rate. Happy 4th of July all. Hope you are healthy, bipedal, happy, and that you are celebrating with the people you love.
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Deb, rats, you're still in pain and laid up. I think crutches are much harder at our age than they were when we were kids. Our arms, shoulders and backs were stronger then.
I guess the crutches are still a better option than a rolling walker? My Dad has one with a fold down seat so he can sit when he's fatigued.
Don't shoot me for the suggestion, please.
I can see that all this is getting to you in a big way. Being a patient patient is just about the most difficult thing to do.
Still, even though you can't pedal ( sorry, the word bipedal had me picturing you on a bike, seeing that it is Tour de France time :-)
you are still bi-what, bi-manual? bi-dextrous?ambi-non-pedal?
We'll follow you anywhere, and I will even go so far as to talk food.
So...
Pesto.
Can I make that with my glut of basil and last season's glut of hazelnuts instead of pinenuts?
Advise please, as you are the only cooking expert I count amongst my friends.
BTW, I'm incognito. Call me no-jo-co.
NoCoJo: You are so mysterious... : ) I wish I could ride a bike at this point but no weight bearing for me on the smashed up ankle for weeks I'm told.
Pesto with hazel nuts sounds great. No reason it shouldn't be wonderful. I think I'd toast the nuts before using them in pesto though - it brings out such great flavor.
A glut of basil - I am jealous. Mine is barely puttering along. Hopefully it will take off with the rains we've had. Tropical storms are throwing off moisture sporadically around here so fingers crossed for loads of my own basil before too much longer.
Your cheffy son has not prepared you a weeks worth of dinners to store in your freezer? Shame! (I saw his beautiful summer meal and my first thought was, "I hope he made that for Deb!")
I've been roadtripping and out of touch, so sorry to hear about your injury. You should wrap your crutches in egg carton stuff and soft cloth- and paint them and glue diamonds on them! Weee!
Ppastry: No frozen dinners here though truth be told - I never asked, either. There are two other able bodied adults in this house and we are certainly not any of us wasting away.
I will take the crutch decorating under consideration. As of now I'll be happy to hide them away. Drawing attention to them is not part of the program at the moment though hopefully when this is all a laughable story in weeks to come, I will only be grateful that I had them!
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