The pantry I recently purchased came
unassembled in a large cardboard box. Even if the store had given me some
assistance with it to the car, there would have been the challenge of getting it from
the car into my place, in addition to putting it together.
So I asked a very big favour of my son, to
get it, put it together, and deliver it to me. He’s become my go-to guy for
anything that requires strength and manual dexterity.
I’m his mother, would he say no to me? I
admit I have and unfair advantage.
Wednesday morning he delivered the pantry,
and finished it by adding the doors and handles. I made the donut muffins
mentioned in a previous blog and a fresh pot of coffee in anticipation. Not
only was I getting my pantry, but I had the pleasure of a visit from he and his
significant other.
A win-win situation for me. Not so positive
for him as he was on night shift and needed to get home for some much needed
sleep after being up all night.
After they were gone, I spent the remainder of the day in cleanup mode. I put things away in the pantry, dusted, and did my dishes.
I have a small table that I use for crafts
and sewing, and I’ve not seen the top of it since I moved. It has collected all
the stuff I had no room for anywhere else, other than to stuff closets to
overflowing. There was yarn, fabric for quilts, supplies
for Christmas gifts I never found the time or energy to complete, and a slew of
other ‘homeless’ objects.
I’d hoped to finish the cleanup on Thursday but woke to such back pain I took to my bed and fell asleep on the heating pad. No worry, it has an automatic shut off.
I wasn’t much better a few hours later, so
I took some Advil and sat in my chair, OBUS form at my back, my feet up and
coffee at hand. I called a friend and we talked for hours. Nothing like an
interesting conversation to take my mind off the pain.
Later, I was moving around better, but not
wanting to test the fates, left the rest of the cleanup for another day.
My heartfelt thanks to my son for getting
the pantry, putting it together and delivering it. It’s exactly what I wanted,
and what I needed. The donut muffins were a small payment for all his efforts.
And thanks to my friend for the
conversation. She’s a fellow writer (check her out at http://www.randomwriterlythoughts.blogspot.com
). I always feel in a writing mood after we talk.
So my daughter can blame her for Thursday’s blog. Anyway, the day may have had a rough beginning, but all’s well that ends well.
PS
As I was writing this I see my curio
cabinet, full of my angel collection, and remember. When I saw my son pull in
Wednesday morning, I moved the curio cabinet to another wall, making space for
the pantry. I did that back and forth shimmy, sliding it across the wood floor,
around the corner and to another wall.
What a dumb ass I can be. And I was
wondering why my back hurt the next day.
You know those old sayings about ‘you can’t
teach an old dog new tricks, or ‘you can lead a horse to water but you can’t
make him drink’? I think both apply.
What can I say; I’m a stubborn old fool who
clings to her independence. The learned ability to ask and receive help is still a work in
progress, but I’m getting better.
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