I'm finding that I sometimes get quite frustrated with myself. After having a couple of walls painted for me (something that I should be, used to be, able to do myself, I now need to hang my large mirrors. Let me rephrase that ... I need to find someone to hang my large mirrors. What's that about?
I needed to readjust my sprinklers just before summer hit but someone lowered the ground out of my reach and tightened the pop-ups; another call for help. I can still walk behind the lawn mower but the edger/trimmer put on weight over the winter. The summer furniture that was doing absolutely nothing in the shed also got heavier and more awkward to carry (drag) up to the deck. What used to take 15 minutes with the edger is now a weekend production and thank goodness for the hand cart or the furniture would forever more live in the shed. Thank goodness 440' snakes (Judi) aren't a concern and a normal snake I could deal with. Although, a tall male that could swat that spider strolling across my ceiling would be welcome.
Since ladders have joined the "danger, don't go there" list, even changing light bulbs has become a challenge. Now part of this is age and part is health and I'm not sure that one doesn't have bearing on the other but ... I've always been very self-reliant and out there and very capable, thank you, of doing things for myself. I'm NOT old, not by today's standards (I'm younger than Ringo Starr, maybe only two or three years, but younger is younger.) When and how did I get puny?! Well, I'm going out to see if I can still muscle the power washer and clean my deck & porch. If it doesn't work out, I guess I'll start looking for an old folk's home or a handy man who doesn't need money, just a very occasional home-cooked meal and a "gee, thanks". Yeah, that'll be the day.
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