He's Such A Nice Guy in Postcards 4

I wake up in the mornings as Mrs. Ugly-Behaviors. It’s only with the greatest efforts that I restrain myself from groaning loudly or saying what I am thinking. He brings me coffee. I force myself to say thank you. He includes a slice of bread, and he sets out my meds on a small table he puts next to the bed. Then he pulls the covers back and puts out pillows.

I do manage a second thank you as he brings his own coffee upstairs.

When I get back from the pool, which I grudgingly attend, he has my favorite spoon waiting for my cereal or yogurt. I try very hard not to mention how much I hurt or where I hurt. I try not to waddle or complain. I do wear the leg straight jacket he bought me for my edema at night, but I am pleased when it falls off at 4PM.

As the day goes by, I become a normal human. Still, this growing old stuff is for the birds.

• Himself: Had to buy a different kind of peanuts for his flock of crows. They stopped eating the cheap ones, and when he tasted them, he understood. Put an amusing wreck on his blog yesterday. Finished “West Wing.”
• Herself: Saw Margot twice this week. At the store, the gods have been very kind. We don’t have room to put all the wonderful books out. We went from zero books and empty shelves to lots of book but no cookbooks. Yesterday there were two boxes of cookbooks, and two bags of cook books. Mia, with her wonderful unread looking books, started this avalanche. Thanks Mia.
• Reading: Imagine, between books.
• Balance: Letting go of being Mrs. Grumpy.