Sunday, January 23, 2005
6:37 AM
Another morning of blowing snow, grey skies, and the temperature around zero. It is 6:37 am when the right shoulder joint screams for relief from the pressure of my nice warm bed. Two hooks on the bone at the joint can be removed but the Doctor says at my age that shots would be better because of the amount of time needed to heal. So I have a big bottle of Motrin and I exercise the arm but it only lessens the pain.
So I start the morning routine. You know hit the john before you pee in your slippers!
Brush your teeth and get them in because you sound like your tongue is stapled to the top of your mouth if the phone rings. Next is stumble to the kitchen and pour out the pills. Right now it is a calcium, a Lipitor, and two Motrin not bad for an old fart like me!
Next comes Molly leading me to the utility room to change the water in her dish. Then she shows me the pantry where her food is kept in a Folger’s coffee can, along with cans of large and small hookbill seed for the other (feathered ) creatures who reside with us. Rest assured no matter how forgetful I may get Molly will remind me where I keep the food for everyone. I just have to remember to fill the coffe cans once a week.
I check outside then and take this picture and smile thinking that at least for today I don’t have to go anywhere. Now it is set up and turn on the coffee pot. I unload the dishwasher and put the two coffee cups from last night in it. Next I haul the clean clothes from the dryer to the dining room table be folded and put away.
The coffee is done and it is time to sit down for a moment and relax with the warm cup in my hand. Then it dawns on me--the shoulder has stopped screaming!
I wonder how anyone can think that older people are so wise. We are supposed to impart jewels of infinite wisdom to the younger generation and we need a cat to help us get through the morning routine. Our primary goal each morning is not to pee in our slippers and to smile at the thought of the day ahead.
Now all I have to do is resist going back to bed because I’m needed for the medical ritual, to fold those clothes, reload the washer, and to lovingly keep that hubby of mine on his toes for the day. Yeah this is the stuff infinite wisdom is made of---right!!!
