I sit here writing, waiting for the timer to go off so that I can disconnect the little cleaner bug for the pool. My pants are wet and I refuse to change them just yet as I know I will get drenched doing a simple task that takes hubby five minutes and takes me a half hour.
This is my life. I was a Navy wife. Toughest job in the Navy they used to say. They were right too. I thought nothing of checking automobile fluids, air pressure in tires, and filling tires with air. It was nothing to trim the yard and even start a lawn mower.
I could fix, paint, spackle, and do assorted chores around the house. I was confident doing it. I was tired, but, confident.
Then Hubby retired from the Navy. He got his degree, he went to work, he took care of things around the house. I didn’t have to do much. Just clean the house, do laundry and make certain there were meals when we were hungry, and even then, there was take out and eating out. Life was calm.
Calm until a month ago. Now I am digging out that old, rusty and dusty Navy wife persona. She is really dusty and rusty. She hasn’t wanted to be brought out of retirement. She was happy sitting in the dark recesses of my memories where she looked heroic. After yanking her out of the corner, I find she is a bit testy! She grumbles and isn’t near as strong as she once was. Her upper body strength is shot and her hands aren’t as nimble as they once were. Plus, her language can be a bit coarse. I really didn’t remember that part! On the whole, I think she may have sat too long.
I reflect on all of this on the heels of learning that instead of two more weeks of hubby being immobile we still have another month. After that month, any thought of physical therapy is another six weeks out. This really doesn’t bother me, except, I knew that the old Navy wife was going to rebel. She was hoping she would be recalled for only a few days, seems now, that she is going to be back in service for a while.
Right before I started writing this post, I remembered that I had not disconnected the hose to water the garden. I turned off the spigot, remembering ‘righty-tighty, lefty -loosy’. I then went to where two hoses were connected together. I waited a few minutes to get the residual water through, then turned the one hose to the little off position, bent close to the ground (as Hubby has suggested) and proceeded to disconnect the hoses. It was like standing over Old Faithful. Water gushed up enveloping me in a shower. Glasses dripping, water in my ears, up my nose, and all over. I changed my shirt to start to write and sure enough that one got drenched when I finished pulling out the cleaner tool from the pool. I had followed Hubby’s directions, I had left one end of the connecting hose in the pool and was disconnecting the cleaner when the loose end squirted up and out of the pool, not the way it was supposed to happen. I fixed it and we didn’t lose too much pool water through the hose, but, still, I was soaked, again.
I laugh at myself often these days. That is, when Navy wife isn’t in my mind telling me that the situation is hopeless…. I forgot she can be a bit of a downer at times. Still in all, my life has become a sit-com. People would sit and eat bowls of popcorn watching me, having a good laugh. I know six months from now, I could join in with them, that is after I once again retire Navy wife and get on with relaxing.
So, now, once more in dry clothes, I will close this out and go fold some laundry. This isn’t exactly how we planned our summer, but, we figure there is a plan and a purpose in this. God has a reason for everything, and although I can get frustrated and frazzled, the underlying truth is this, we have each other, we are healthy (well, except for his knee and tendons), we have a beautiful home, a loving church family and neighbors and we still serve a God who has everything (even me dripping wet) under control.
Thanks for stopping by tonight, I appreciate you. DAF (Cathi)