Waking up in the morning
looking out at the lake, listening to the birds’ morning, smelling the coffee
wafting down the hall these are the little moments of contentment we treasure. The
dark cradle of co-kee, co-kee and other night sounds rocks away the stress of
the day. We love our home in Puerto Rico.
Happy people tucked up in
an island hideaway. That’s us. Most days we don’t let Kirt’s amputation diminish
that image. He works out with his weights, so he’s ready for the new leg. I
think he sees the possibilities for his life. We want to drive around the
island visiting the beaches and mountains, the charming plazas call our names.
Some days I see optimism in his eyes, but not today.
Today he seems weak. There’s
a lost look in his eyes I don’t like. His blood sugar is fine, so that’s not
the concern. He’s fallen twice, slipped out of bed, which he hasn’t done
before, so I worry. He fell last week, but had the strength to pull himself up,
didn’t even call me. Today he could hardly get up even with my help. Who will get him up, if I can’t? I feel
isolated for the first time.
My Aunt Margaret says we
made a mistake in coming here. We’re happy here is what I told her. She says we
should be near family. We’ve never lived near family, so I don’t relate to that
comment. We take care of ourselves, always have. The beauty of nature is an
important part of our days. Aunt Marge says we should have a house in the
shadow of a good hospital. She’s eighty-seven, of course, she’d think that way.
Last year we lived on the
other side of the wall from a person who was very unhappy. Before long she
began to share her misery. We couldn’t take it. We’re happy here.
After I got Kirt back in
bed, I took the garbage out. The German Sheppard somebody dumped yesterday was
standing in the road wagging his tail. He came up for a bowl of kibble. A big
bull frog sat on the porch with uncomprehending eyes. It didn’t budge when
Chi-Ping sniffed it. She went in the house, so the dog could eat without her
growling.
Kirt’s snoring, needs his
c-pap on, so I hook him up. Whatever we should do is in God’s hands, I’m not
going to worry.