On late Friday afternoon, this angel, very
cleverly disguised as my nephew, Shane, pulled into my driveway after a
5-hour drive from Camp Lajuene, NC. This 20-year-old Marine had driven
all the way up here to see if he could help me with things that I was
unable to do. Can you believe that!
How in the world did he guess that that I had not
packed up all the Christmas clutter...the decorations, the wrapping
paper, the plastic bin of ribbon waiting to be made into bows, the bin
of bows that I had already made, etc., etc. I had not gotten these bins
taken back out to the storage shed before I fell in early January.
There were bins of projects that I was working on,
and projects that had been completed. It's amazing just how many storage
bins one can fit into one small house...bins that belonged stored in the
shed. They cluttered up my house and I couldn't do a single bloomin'
I felt claustrophobic with the lack of available
space in which to maneuver. Added to the collection of plastic storage
bins was the medical supply equipment that either came home with me from
the hospital or had been loaned to me by friends. Now add to all that
the large cartons in which the equipment arrived.
That gives you a picture of what I mean about a
cluttered environment. Only the kitchen was free of these space grabbing
bins and other odds and ends. And just how many times can one walk
around a kitchen for exercise? Now you can understand my claustrophobic
It took Shane less than two hours to tote all of
the clutter out to the shed. I went out with him and pointed out the
appropriate parking space for each of the bins. You cannot imagine the
sense of freedom I felt when I looked around and walked around my newly
created clutter-free house. Shane can probably tell you that I was
pretty close to ecstatic!
He continued on tirelessly with all manner of
activities...rearranging some furniture for increased safety for me,
helping me to organize my "gift" closet so the I actually can
find things. Later in the day, he provided me with some badly needed
computer assistance. He adjusted the contrast and the size of certain
text so that now I can read almost everything. He set me up with on-line
banking and was willing to teach me how to pay bills on-line, but by
then my brain was fatigued. He introduced me to Pandora music station
which absolutely thrills me! I can sit here and listen to any type of
music I choose.
On Sunday, Shane grabbed a small bow saw, a
hatchet and some loppers and together we walked the perimeter of my
little acre. I pointed out branches that that interfered with easy
mowing, and down they came. He cut honeysuckle vines and small locust
saplings. He picked up multiple large branches that the fierce winds
broke off the trees, and tossed them into the woods.
This is taking far too long...it will be the
middle of next week before I can tell you all of the things that Shane
did for me while he was here. My gutters are clean, the branches are off
the carport roof, the back yard is free of leaves (that required six
tarp loads of leaf hauling), the side yard leaves have been mulched,
both porches are clear of unnecessary stuff, another tall porch chair
has come from the shed to accompany the table and other chair, and on
What an absolute godsend this nephew was and is!
Probably I didn't even need to fall and injure the hip and shoulder for
him to drive up and offer me his help. I continue to be extraordinarily
fortunate. And I am truly grateful to this special lad for his
thoughtful and generous
Help. He is a darling!
Goodnight, and love to all,