Tuesday morning, Farmer H started down to the basement at 6:00 a.m.
"While you're down there, would you bring up my old red Crocs? They're in my office. Just knock the dust off of them."
Farmer H did as asked. There's a small victory! Baby steps.
"You can set them anywhere. I'm going to wash them in the sink. The ones I have on have been hurting my heels."
There's my mistake. I should never have told Farmer H to put them "anywhere." I thought he would set them behind the short couch, where my other shoes are. But no.
Farmer H put my old red Crocs by the glass case that holds my grandma's two sets of dishes she gave me. The red depression glass, and the china. That case is at the end of the piano in the hall that leads to the boys' bathroom. At the area where the living room turns into the kitchen. There's nothing there for me to hold onto to balance myself while leaning over precariously to pick them up. Or even to step into them, if I hadn't been planning to wash them.
"Um. That's not a good place. I don't want to fall into that glass and break it. Maybe you could set them in the kitchen, by the wastebasket."
Farmer H went off to the kitchen. I didn't turn to watch. After he'd left, and I was ready to go take my meds and wash dishes (BEFORE the Crocs, of course!) I saw where Farmer H had put them.
ON THE CUTTING BLOCK!
That's right. Filthy Crocs that had been in the basement for three years, soles black, dust bunnies attached, sitting on the paper towel I use to dry my hands, on the cutting block.
Farmer H is a functioning idiot. That's all I have to say.
4 comments:
Get yourself a couple of those grabbers and put in handy locations. Even my husband, who is more agile than I am, by far, has used them and recommends having them around. At least you don't have to put yourself in precarious situations in order to get something up off the floor. I even picked up a dropped pill with mine. They have saved my back and my knees. Just a thought. Ranee
Rae,
I forgot about the grabber! We have one, about two feet long, from when Farmer H had his back surgery. It's by the kitchen table. I've used it to pick up assorted items. I imagine it could pick up a pill, but one thing it CANNOT pick up is my lucky quarter for scratching lottery tickets! At least I used it to maneuver that quarter to the right side of my chair, where I could lean over and pick it up.
Well at least they were on the paper towel and not directly on the cutting block. I agree about the grabber. I recently moved mine from the kitchen to where I can reach it from my recliner in case I need to grab something just out of reach.
River,
I'm sure Farmer H did not make the conscious decision to put those Crocs on the paper towel. He also sets bags of groceries on that paper towel, and when I turn to dry my hands they have to drip.
I do enjoy having the grabber!
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