I don’t drink coffee. Never have. Never will. Yet I find myself snuggled in the same corner chair at Starbucks on MWF from ten until twelve. What gives?
It’s been four weeks today since Hubby had his hip replaced. Youngest son moved home for the summer to study for and take his GRE (done!) and help out after his dad’s surgery. His jobs were to get the trash to the road on Fridays, water the outside plants because I’m afraid of what lurks beneath the bushes you have to go through to get to the hose and take his dad to physical therapy.
It was a solid plan because the PT time would give me some much needed alone time in the house to write or whatever. So why am I sitting in Starbucks instead of youngest son? Because he got a job. Not that I’m complaining (well, I guess I am) because it’s difficult for anyone to find a job in this economy, much less a brand new college graduate, so I’m proud of him. But . . . although he still handles the garbage and waters the plants, it leaves me to take his dad to PT and eliminates my home alone time.
Hubby is doing well. He and his cane walked around the block before we left for PT. He sees his doctor in two weeks and is scheduled to go back to work in three. The doc said ideally Hubby’d be out of work for twelve weeks, but one of us would have had to have been institutionalized if that had been the case.
As you know, I left cozy writing nook and moved downstairs to be available to his every whim. Now with his increased mobility, he can pretty much do everything for himself. However, when I tried to relocate back upstairs to cozy nook, he used his cell phone to call me on the house phone for all of hie “Where is . . . ” questions. It’s just easier to stay downstairs.
At least our biggest issue has been resolved. Movies have been his distraction during his convalescence, and he watches then at full volume. I swear, even when I’m upstairs in my writing nook, I close the door and I can still hear the dialogue of the movies. Sitting in the same room, it was unbearable. After three tries, we found cordless headphones that were comfortable and hold a decent charge. Now I can work in silence while he watches the movies with the sound blaring in his ears. I suppose hearing aides will be next on our list.
It’s almost time to leave my corner chair and retrieve him from PT. Thank you Starbucks for providing a comfy, cool place to write while I wait. I may not drink it, but I do love the smell of your coffee!