We have moved. Nineteen years ago I said never again, but we did.
Almost too tired to eat. Night before last we went to a box store and couldn’t get help. Tired, so we went to Cracker Barrel across the street. Chicken and dumplings. And biscuits. Comfort food. I asked the server what we might get as take out and nuke for breakfast. She sent over the manager. Good suggestions, so we have had Cracker Barrel take out 2 mornings. After we closed on the old house, we went to the Winter Garden Pizza Company. Bought a big pizza. Voila. More home cooking.
Today Sandy made beef stew in the Crock Pot. Real food for a change.
We have the car in the garage. It’s tight, but she’s in. Happy New Year. ‘Tis well after midnight in London. Good night. My who-done-it awaits.
Sandy and I don’t make a big deal of it, but we do remember it. Today is my 22nd Paraversary of officially being a paraplegic. After a battery of tests over a couple of weeks, my neurologist very kindly explained that there was too much damage to the spinal cord to allow walking or any useful function below the level of injury.
It has been a lot harder on Sandy than on me because she is the one supplying leg power for both of us. She is wonderful and, over all 22 years, never once complained. I’m so blessed to have family support and continued love.
We have had to change so much, but with change comes opportunity. We made new friends in a new place after the last winter in Indiana nearly killed me but managed to keep established friendships as well. My mission changed, and I became Mr Mom and Mr Volunteer. What could have been devestating news became a new directive.
A few years ago I finally learned how to “Rock Your Disability.” Posture a little better. Smile a little brighter. Self-esteem a lot better and brighter. My Paraversary rolls around right after Christmas, and I celebrate the person I’ve become, what I’ve been able to accomplish, and the ongoing love and support I receive.
It looks a bit forlorn, but it represents the joy and love of Christmas. It sits amongst the boxes as we are ready to move. This is our twentieth Christmas in this home. Friends seemed surprised that we bothered with a tree. But isn’t the Christmas tree the visible center of our celebration?
Have you ever trimmed your tree with a hacksaw? I’m wondering if perhaps this was a first. With everything packed and not wanting to use a ladder to decorate the top, we removed 2 1/2 feet. We bought 3 strands of lights, a big box of plastic ornaments, five cardinals, and a box of candy canes. Voila! The “moving over Christmas” Christmas tree.
So how does this relate to living on wheels? I can’t reach the top and didn’t want Sandy on a ladder leaning out to reach the top. Enter the ubiquitous hacksaw. We work together, Sandy doing what I cannot, and me protective of her safety and happiness. We will have a Christmas of love, a Christmas of joy. I’m on wheels, and Sandy is not on the ladder.
We wish each of you a very Merry Christmas.
For days we’ve had to work hard to keep track of the day and date. Today was different. Today was Friday. Building and moving are like twin, double edged swords swinging like dueling pendulums. Fun, joy, stress, frustration. Packing, shopping, packing the purchases, running down supplies, going out to buy what needs to be replenished. By Friday night, tonight, we are tired.
That is a really nice sidewalk, but why did the plumber hang the handheld unit in the accessible shower 6 feet high? Who is supplying the mirrors? Oh, we are? Whatever you say; we will drop them off after a trip to the big box.
And so the week has gone. The home is coming together and will be nice. Whether you are the on-site construction foreman or the off-site buyer, building a custom home is not for the faint of heart.
How many people get a new home for Christmas? Feeling blessed to have family, friends, and a safe and comfortable place to call home.