Today marks the three week anniversary of Hinge day dear imaginary reader. Yesterday was the first foray into the big bad world, for both TLOMIL and I really. A drive into the big smoke for meetings for the big guy and lunch with a couple of the kids for me. The trip drove (no pun intended hahah) home a couple of things for me.
Usually, I am the one sitting in the passengers seat as we embark on any kind of a road trip. I have no problem driving, sometimes I enjoy it. Heading into the T Dot is not usually one of those times and yesterday did not disappoint. A moderate miracle did occur, my guy sat in the back, knee supported and carried on a lovely conversation and not once, seriously, not even once on the way downtown did he backseat drive. And he was in the back seat hahah! I love driving my SUV (we will not discuss the things that I dislike about it as I would never stop.... less than a year and the Infiniti is gone!), our drive down was easy peasy, just over an hour. At times this trek can take 2 to 3 hours depending on traffic. My comfort zone ended as we got off the Gardiner Expressway and onto York Street. Again, I don’t mind driving but the hordes of pedestrians- that is another story. People stepping off the sidewalk and into traffic with nary a thought! Crossing at crosswalks against lights! The corner of Front Street and York was almost too much for me - sensory overload! We didnt have far to go - just before King Street I entered the driveway to make my way into the parking garage under my guys office building. The ramp was soooo steep and sooo tight I had to raise my seat to even TRY to see over the hood of my truck - and use the front camera to make it down. Defs way out of my comfort zone.
These past weeks have been eye opening in different ways than I had imagined. TLOMIL is a matter of fact, no holds barred, you don’t have to agree with what I am saying but just listen kinda guy. I don’t think anyone would describe him as warm and fuzzy unless he is discussing his family or his dogs. A self reliant man in many ways, and very traditional in others. Ya know what I mean?
I imagined a recovery in which I would be outside winterizing the gardens with timely trips inside to check on my patient. I had ideas of preparing his favorite foods, catching up on quiet things in the house while he enjoyed blissful healing sleep. Well, dear imaginary reader I was living in a fantasy world in my own little bean. This process has shown me a side of TLOMIL that has taken me for a loop for sure! His comfort zone equaled the space I created for him in our family room and little ole me within 10 feet. At ALL TIMES.
My hot burning guy seems to have had his internal thermostat reset to cold...he was always the guy that warmed me up! Now Oli snuggles close in effort to keep his master warm. Me, who has trouble talking, especially with regard to tough things has turned into a slave driver when it comes to getting Physio accomplished. Can you hear the crack of my whip? I have managed to get a few things done outside while people visit TLOMIL, the other day while Fit Guy was visiting I headed out to cut the grass.
Usually TLOMIL does all the lawn stuff, ride, push mower, whipper sniper - I am the garden/pool chick. I now hate my front lawn.
This is the view from the road, down into the ditch and up the hill to the front lawn. Using the trusty John Deere to ride along the cusp is a scary thing for me...riding on a angle holding on so I don’t slip off the seat and therefore engage the safety switch and have the engine stop. What if it happened? Would the tractor roll over? Could I jump out of the way? Oh the thoughts that go through my little bean! So I get as close as I can without causing a self inflicted heart attack. But wait! What is the alternative...that’s right the push mower! Now lets talk about me, with my hip and ankles walking on an incline with one leg higher than the other trying to keep the lawn mower in a straight line......OYE! We will not even discuss this freaking hill.
But I regress, this week I didnt even get that far. Just as Fit Guy left, and TLOMIL came looking for me within seconds...the John Deere ran out of gas and we had none to fill it with. On the way back from Physio yesterday morning, before heading into the Big Smoke I picked some up. While my guy got ready to head downtown, in the pouring rain (with a little hail thrown in there just for fun), I headed to the back yard with the gas can. Filled John up, hopped on, got him going and moved forward. I had to turn the wheel to get around the horse shoe pit and then even though the engine was running he stopped. I looked down and the front left tire was flopped over on its side hugging the wheel! No way was I getting that fixed this whole thing is soooooo far outside my comfort zone! John is still “resting” outside, help is on the way with kids due to visit to sing happy birthday to TLOMIL.
Last week we celebrated, I use the term loosely this year dear imaginary reader, our 32 wedding anniversary. This past year, especially the past weeks have certainly had their challenges, no matter being with TLOMIL IS my comfort zone. I guess my zone has just gotten a little smaller, will involve quilts and when outside developing new skills.
I feel that this post is kinda of scattered dear imaginary reader - welcome to my last three weeks!