Progress

Since the accident, progress in all things comes. It just comes ever so slowly.

My Loving Spouse hired a teen to help him install the heavy cement board in the new shower.

How to build the shower wall without piercing the redi-tile in any way was his challenge.

My part becomes finalizing design and ordering/obtaining hard to get pieces via my perch.

Emotionally our reserves are low. His by how much (everything) there is to do at home. Me by how much I can not do (everything). The joy I find in the work here on hold. I’ve been told that there are stress relieving chemicals in tears, so I should be stress-free? I can still go out and count my pumpkins, which I do daily. Current count 54…

…and then John Boy got out.

My Loving Spouse was at work and no one else was around. Broken back or not when the cows get out, you have to get up. My cow wrangling skills were decidedly challenged. Making the situation for me and for him not worse was my main objective. The only place I could get him corralled was the dog yard.

I had to trick him in, but it worked. I may not be bigger, stronger or faster than a steer, but at least I am still smarter.

I am ‘getting’ to ‘practice‘ patience. I don’t really like it.

In between my ‘practicing’ I’ll keep counting the pumpkins and the blessings. Those ‘blessings’ from my ‘family’ who remind me, that I matter and that am not alone.