OT/PT Flats, Hothouse

I have been in occupational and physical therapy for over a month already for a couple of unrelated things, both pertaining to nerve damage. For the lower extremities, they suggested that perhaps I should consider different shoes. I have flat feet, besides all the other stuff going on so I bought myself a new pair of ' flats.' You would think that an ol' experienced gal such as myself, would, full well know, that flats on flat feet are not going to do a thing except create a new problem. One good thing I can say about these shoes is, "Aren't they cute?" Just not on these, desperate for arch support, feet of mine. I think, instead, I will just polish my toenails and call it good.

All kidding aside, about the therapy, even the therapist are not feeling too successfully therapeutic involving my issues. I have lived this long with it, what the heck's the difference if I just ' carry on.' So what if I'm starting to lift, limp and drag........

The temperature is finally rising up North in WI. It got a bit warmer than the thermometer reads by another 2 degrees, and that was on 3 meters. I am Not complaining. The wind was even warm enough to start to melt some of that (whispering) white stuff on the ground. I can almost see Spring coming. My trees were just a singin' with chickadees and finches as I walked to the mailbox. It was pure heaven.Big Bill comes out of the bathroom complaining it was so hot in there. Not my problem, I'm thinking. He said he opened the laundry door and said it must have blown 95 degrees on him........and lint. So, what's the problem? He says the lint hose must have blown...hmm, sounds logical.

I spent the day cleaning out the laundry room today. That, I must add, was on the bottom of the spring cleaning list, the way bottom.
The lint hose that connects to the wall and exits the lint outside, blew off and was blowing lint and hot dryer air throughout the laundry room. The laundry is through the bi-fold doors off the bathroom. I was just praying that a bat wouldn't come flying out of that vent, knowing how terrified dear Bill is, of our feathered and flying friends. Another story, but a good one.
Once the ' crew boss ' had the situation under control, every thing was cleaned up, vents vacuumed out, floor quickly mopped, and the walls swept down, before putting the dryer back in place.

Lo, and behold, slap ol Rosie, what is that man doing? I wiped my eyes to be sure I was seeing this revelation correctly, or were my eyes, indeed, deceiving me, once again. No, it's true! He really is measuring the walls.

Bill's always said, when things needed to be done for the house, "Don't rush me." It's become comical, how long I have to wait for this or that to finally be done. I have been known to take things into my own hands. Like when we needed a larger bathroom and I desperately needed the laundry on the main floor of the house.

One fall while he was on a caribou hunt, I just happened to put a sledge hammer through the living room wall, into a bedroom wall, and thus, making room for an upstairs laundry and larger bathroom. Needless to say, when he returned, empty handed, I gladly filled them with the tools to finish what 'he' started. That was in '88'...don't rush me, he says.

So, you see, I couldn't believe my eyes when I see him measuring for the laundry shelves I have been asking for ever since. I best hold my breathe, for, they are not yet built, or hung.

Note: I would have done this myself those many years ago, but the walls are difficult, homestead walls, and I want the shelves to stay on the walls. Some things I just don't want or have to learn. After all, then I would deprive myself of those infamous words, "Don't Rush Me!"

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