Today was one of those days. I have taken to sleeping in a reclining chair to breathe properly. Congestive heart failure now dogs my steps and steals my joy in simple tasks. I broke down today and ordered a hospital type bed so that I can sleep upright at night. Now we must to figure out how to arrange things.
I have always felt that twin beds contribute to divorce, and I have grown so fond of Snookums over the years that I just don’t want to give her up. Even when the problem of individual comfort came up and twin beds were ordered, we pushed them together where we can listen to each other breathe at night. I’ll do the same with the hospital bed, though it is going to cause my white cur some grief. Her spot was the crack between the two beds.
It should also be amusing to watch two gimpy oldsters trundling the five packages the bed will come in into the house, and the comedy assembling everything. I’ll swap my little studio day bed with the existing bedroom twin, move Snooks bed into that spot, and assemble the hospital bed in her old spot.
But I wonder if in my addled old age if I don’t wander into the walk-in closet to pee …
I am ditching shul today, I am just too sore and grumpy to enjoy the services and the long drive. But then, I have long wanted to belong to a group where I wasn’t so driven to be there, one that I could just decide some mornings to just stay home and enjoy the Shabbat alone. I still feel a twinge of irresponsibility for missing the assembly, though.
We have lots of rain, which has turned the sere Texas landscape into a green garden of flowers and vines. I am always amazed at this rugged lands ability to survive. We had four continuous years of severe drought, so the rains are a hugely welcome happening. The land springs back just like nothing had happened to it.
So goes the days here in my rustic haven in rural Texas. The sun rises, the sun sets. Shabbat arrives, Shabbat leaves. Another three or four hundred words chronical the passage of time. The coffee pot is drained, and prepared for the morrow. Snookums retires to her studio to catch up on her days activities, and I to mine to chronicle them. In four hours the Shabbat ends with the dousing of the Havdalah candles, and the first of the week returns and so does our labors.