Living Life One-Handed...

You may have noticed no video from me this week. 

I miss it, too. *sigh* 

Doing those videos has really been a way for me to reign in my thoughts and get them out easier than typing, editing, erasing, re-typing, re-editing, stressing, re-editing, and then sending my posts out into bloggersphere hoping there are no grammar mistakes, misspellings, doctrinal issues...the list is long.

It also makes me feel like we're having a conversation, one-sided as it may be. And in this day of COVID, social distancing, quarantining, staying at home, and mask wearing it's nice to be able to TALK to someone....anyone, really.

But we're keeping it lite this week. It's hard to type one-handed. I've been threatened lovingly admonished to not even think about using my right arm so the shoulder joint will heal.

It was posed more like an emphatic question: Why in the world are you _______________?

You can fill in the blank: doing the laundry? loading the dishwasher? wiping the counters? straightening the living room? trying to take the garbage out?

That one's a long list, too.

I know, I know...I have kids who can do those things. Trust me, I've been making them.

But if you have kids and you give them a job to do, you know the struggle you're faced with: they just don't do it like you do.

For instance, I do not run the dishwasher every time I load a few dishes. My preference is to wait until it's comfortably filled before lettting that happen.

Or how about emptying the garbage can before it's overflowing? I do not wait until trash is stacked around the can before deciding it's time to take it out.

Eww...

Actually I'm learning there's alot you can do one-handed: put on deodorant (yes, it can be done with one hand! Awkward but a must!), tweeze your eyebrows, put on makeup (unfortunately I've poked my eye a few times with the mascara wand), take a shower, dress yourself, make coffee, even fold clothes.

Now that's a fun one. It looks like my kids were told to do it.

Oh well.

Hopefully by Wednesday I will graduate from the sling phase to the therapy phase and will no longer have one of my wings clipped.

In the meantime, it's my first Monday back to school after surgery and a week of remote learning. This pretty much sums up my day right now:

Simply Learning to Be,