If there was ever a week that could test my sobriety and self-esteem, it’s been this past one. From my Dad being put into an induced coma after a major op to Neo nipping my painter (who was very gracious about it, thank you Tom) , I’m frankly amazed with myself for not burying my angst in a bottle. Without Tony’s shoulder to lean on and his calm voice of reasoning, I have had to find another way to relieve myself of the worry worms so I have taken on a D.I.Y project. Stop laughing. I would like to note that part of my widow’s journey is learning that there is a word called budget in the dictionary and no-one likes a text that says you are about to be charged for daring to use your authorised overdraft.
I’m never one to back down from a challenge especially when persons tell you you can’t do it. The trouble is I don’t always think things through before getting submerged. Having taken advice (yes I know, very forward of me) from our Steven the expert, I have decided that I alone will turn Tony’s office into an ensuite bathroom and update the existing family one. Well apart from the plumbing obviously.
Ripping off a bit of wobbly plaster seemed like the perfect therapy at first but my enthusiasm has waned somewhat as a bit has become most of one wall. I felt so D.I.Y savvy as I confidently filled my trolley in the local Homebase but now realise the piddly bag of plaster I bought isn’t going to cover it. However I refuse to feel defeated by the endless snowstorm of dust and having to hoof bags of rubble downstairs, I’ve started so I’ll finish. Eventually.
Overcoming odds seems to be a family trait at the moment as most of the week has been spent on the phone or the family Whatsapp keeping tabs on our Dad. Despite a major operation and subsequently being put into an induced coma to heal, the news from the doctors is good and he is slowly recovering. For a man who had never really seen the inside of a hospital until his accident (another induced coma then) eight years ago, he has been spending rather a lot of time in them of late. In fact, my eldest nephew, Louis, suggested several units could be named after him. We’d also like to keep the arm restraints if the nurses don’t mind, that way someone else can control the TV remote…
“I’ve seen a look in dogs’ eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.” (John Steinbeck. Author)
Widow plus woofs 