Today is March 15, which means spring planting for me would normally be just one month away.
I find myself looking around me and thinking: Well, how much will I be able to do and then keep up with?
With each day that passes, I realize that I expected things to be quite different by now. Normally I would go to physical therapy for a certain amount of weeks and be right back on top of my game.
My expectations were that I’d go to physical therapy and she’d give me exercises to do at home and everything would be fine.
But as it warms up and nurseries are bringing in pansies and other cool-weather plants, I’m not at all where I thought I’d be at this particular juncture.
For one thing, I haven’t figured out how to deal with that raised yard beyond the patio. I have to be conscious of the water irrigation system underground. Which I haven’t had to worry about before.
It would have been so much easier if my patio and yard space was on the same level. But alas, it is not.
At least I can enjoy my house plants inside while I mull all this over. It does bring me joy to see green leaves growing and becoming taller and fuller.
Yesterday evening I was eating supper at my table in the dining space and started to get up. I eat in the chair where my back is to the kitchen.
My boot got caught on something as I moved the chair back on the carpet.
Somehow as I was trying to get up, my body twisted, and the next thing I knew I was sprawled on the kitchen floor.
I lay there for about 15 seconds and then thought: Okay, I didn’t hit my head at least, so get up and see what else happened.
It was just a scraped left knee and both hands, as my palms instinctively went down to limit my fall.
The left kneecap is pretty swollen. But there were no cuts or anything. Just bruising. I was lucky.
I knew this was probably inevitable, as my chairs have slender wood legs and they’re hard to handle on the carpet.
I’ve nearly fallen several times getting up from the table with the walking boot on. And now I have the shoe lift on the other foot.
Coming Up With An Adjustment For Eating Meals:
So I’ll have to make some readjustments to the eating meals situation somehow.
When I fell, the rubber lift came off my left sneaker. That probably happened when my left foot twisted against the carpet. I’m just fortunate that I didn’t do something to my left leg.
This morning when I woke up, I lay there thinking that I just don’t have the energy or capacity to walk long enough to clean this place properly.
I hate the idea of having someone in to do that, as I like to do for myself. But it may be necessary, at least for a while.
I am ashamed to say that I have yet to really clean the guest bathroom. And I’ve only properly cleaned my bathroom once.
The Cleaning Of My Home, Or Lack Thereof:
I just walk past the hall bathroom everyday and kind of forget it’s there. Or that’s what I tell myself anyway.
I think I’ve only mopped the floors once. And the carpet doesn’t get vacuumed enough.
I just can’t stand long enough to get these chores done.
Every day I think I’ll manage to get a lot more done. And then the evening is approaching and I realize that didn’t happen. I didn’t even come close to the household goals I’d had for that day.
I like to clean my own home and do everything I need to do in whatever garden I’ve created. And then manage to stay on top of things.
Do I Need Outside Help For House Cleaning:
It pains me to think I might have to hand some of these chores over to someone younger and more agile. Not to mention having to pay someone to do what I could always do myself without much trouble.
So I’ll be thinking about all this. It’s depressing to even admit that I may not be able to do it all anymore. I guess I need to get over that.
Conversation With My Neighbor From The Other Place:
The neighbor at the old apartment complex called yesterday. Neither one of us had any real news to discuss about things happening in our lives. We talked about hobbies and things we enjoy. I told her how much I’ve always loved house plants.
She said she’s always hated gardening. And that she has a couple of house plants but really doesn’t find joy in tending to them.
After we hung up, I sat and thought about it. I’ve been tending to house plants since my girls were quite young. I always wanted leafy green plants in my home. And that’s way before I learned how they purify the air.
Aside from the mental health benefits one gets from digging in the dirt, there is the pride I suppose, in keeping a plant healthy and growing.
But, you quickly learn, sometimes no matter what you do, a plant will just wither up and die.
You can’t dwell on the loss of that plant for very long. Because you likely then purchase another one to take its place.
Green shoots emerging from the earth give me a lift. A new leaf on a house plant does almost the same thing. I guess you’re a gardener or you’re not.
My Next-Door Neighbor:
My next-door neighbor told me the other day that his wife was the one who wanted to put plants out, that it was really her thing and not his.
This was when he was carrying my potting soil to the patio for me.
He said that he has a plant stand and was thinking he might sell it. And asked if I wanted to buy it.
He was a master gardener along with his wife. So it’s kind of hard for me to believe that he wouldn’t want to plant something outdoors when it has been such an important part of his life.
“Well,” I said, “when everyone starts putting their plants out, I think you will get the itch to plant as well.”
He thought about it a minute. Then he said maybe I was right. That he guessed he wouldn’t sell the long iron plant stand.
“Maybe you just did me a favor,” he told me.
I’m sure it’s hard to think about doing the things you did with someone you lived with for over 50 years, and then having your routine turned upside down.
But it’s part of life and you adjust as each day passes. Because that’s really all you can do.
Like me admitting to limitations and possibly having to alter my goals, change is just inevitable.