I, predictably, am behind on about everything as we enter our third week in our new digs. I should know, having lived a nomadic life since entering this world in an Army hospital in Sendai, Japan nearly 76 years ago. This move, just few miles, would make a hilarious segment on a hoarder’s show. Many friends, knowing I have a broken wing, have offered their help, truth is we’re too embarrassed to accept. You really don’t want your friends to see your crazy.
Sharon is a trooper. There are numerous aspects to moving that require tools, normally my province. Lots of assembling stuff, with instruction written in Chi-English, requiring AI to put together. She is all in, learning to offer Navy quality oaths as she handles this responsibility. The previous owners of this home left it in good shape, however; they did not leave it in Sharon shape. Uh-oh…..
The doctors have threatened to deny all future care if I violate the rules attendant to the shoulder replacement recovery. Truth is, you are going to move your new bionic shoulder even when you use the “good shoulder”, a violation of the code. I am little help, limited to offering supervision (not needed) and advice (also not needed). Another truth, a reverse shoulder replacement is a walk in the park when compared to rotator cuff repair or thumb surgeries. Do not fear this procedure if your shoulder throws ace deuce.
We began this adventure by placing our household in storage, boxing up stuff and placing it, well, in storage. We then moved from storage to the new compound, placing us on the honor roll at the DAV resale store. An example of a failure to plan is our large lawn…..welcomed as I love lawn work. Our terrific Cub Cadet rider is two inches too wide to clear the shed’s over sized door. We are replacing it with a new Cubbie, my Christmas present this year. The deal is cut.
Factor Covid in, which we both have at this point and our resolve is being tested. it is not the killer it once was, but older folks don’t handle it well.
Finally, I am a lousy spectator. Watching a move is far different than participating. It has offered an entirely different perspective, and a deep appreciation for the excesses Americans enjoy. I am frustrated with my inability to contribute to the excitement of setting up a new household and amazed at my farm girl wife’s energy and adaptability. She is getting it done while I sit on my ass howling at the moon……
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