Helping Around The House
August 30, 2014
As a male senior citizen I do not mind helping my wife around our home. I only wish I could do more, and I wish I would not hurt myself so easily.
I had a lot of lawn to cut. I would not have been able to do it without my riding lawn mower. I keep it maintained , and I pay around one hundred , and fifty dollars a year to have it checked , and kept in good running condition.
Most of the time I do indoor house work to assist my wife Joann. I recently bought two new folding chairs. I use my chair , and my walking canes to get a lot of work done. I do not stand up, for any long periods of time. If I do, hard pain begins to torture my back. However I must work. I do not believe in wasting time in my life. As a man I do not mind doing housework like women do. I proved I was a man , for many years as a security officer, and deputy sheriff . I worked hard as a man doing manual work as well under our sweet sunshine , and our lord's clear blue sky.
I wash dishes, prepare food, prepare breakfast , and spend hours every morning working around the house, and setting our table. Every morning my wife, and daughter , and I thank God , for food, and our health, and we love, and respect our country of the United States of America.
Joann works hard with Becky. I would not be able to do what Joann does , for Becky. Joann has taken care of Becky , for 39 years. Joann prays to God. She has always done so , for her strength. Mothers deserve medals of honor when they devote their lives to their families by constantly working physically, and financially , for their families.
Becky helps us by always letting us know about everything that goes on around us. She lets us know things if we can not find certain tools, or objects that we may have misplaced. Becky helps Joann fold clothes with her one good arm, and hand.
Our cats entertain us daily. We take good care of them. Yesterday I vacuumed , and mopped our floors with Borax. I sat in my folding chair, and moved it around to several locations in order to reach different areas. The toilet stopped flushing so I had to rig up a way to flush it by using a shoe lace. When it cools off I will visit the hardware store that is a fair distance from our home.
I had , and appointment with my cardiologist, but Becky did not feel like going any where with us. Joann remembers medical affairs better than I , so she comes along with me to the hospital. It was hot so I cancelled it. I did it , for Becky. She did not feel like dealing with the hot weather.
I see many doctors so if I feel like cancelling appointments I do it. Our car needs some work. I need to wash it, but I need to do it by hand. A simple spray gun will not do the job.
I made some hamburgers. Joann wrapped them up. This month I will buy more ground beef, and make more burgers. There easy to cook, and Joann, and Becky enjoys them. They are saved in our freezer.
Today I will begin my routine. Joann, and Becky are sleeping. I worked late doing important tasks so I did not shave last night. I can not sleep right unless I shave. I also watched television late. I watched police related programs. Sometimes I like to watch them, but my days of police work are far behind me. Like most officers I dealt with criminals of all kinds. I kind of miss riding in police cars, and traveling at high speed during emergencies. I saw young people killed, and that was very sad. I always felt awful when I saw people killed from auto, or by motorcycle accidents.
I saw a young man, and a young girl that were killed. I wished I had, had and ability to work miracles. I wished, and my partner wished we could have intervened , and were somehow able to turn back the clock in order to change events . The girl had blood dripping from her long red hair. The young man laid on his steering wheel like a doll. It was a head on collision , and on a very early Sunday foggy morning. All the police could do was pray , for them. And so that is what we did in our silence. Everyone was quiet. The officers, the wrecker drivers, the highway sweepers, fire fighters, and ambulance attendants. It was a horrific massacre , and the victims were frozen in time. I never grew accustomed to death. I will never forget a young man that died in my arms. I remember his youth, and black hair. I could not cry, and neither could my partner. We were professional law enforcement officers. We had seen too much death, and violence to cry.
I have memories that will follow me to my grave. Some were beautiful, many were blessed by God, and nature, and heart felt. Some were sweet, tender, merciful, and kind, and so miraculous, and loving, while others were gray, and callous.
Even though our Becky may never walk in her entire life, We can see moments of happiness , and great goodness in being alive, and in life. The gift of life is a sweet one that can hold so much promise with abundant dreams , for thankful , and great full souls.
God Bless You.