Home alone ‘till now

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I’ve learned some things while my gal has been in the hospital for almost two weeks. There are also things I’m still trying to figure out. Like, how the heck are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

But I have learned to never put a metal pot or pan next to a crystal glass in the dishwasher. While fixing my dinner I learned there is a direct correlation of an open-faced jelly sandwich landing face down as to when you last vacuumed the carpet or mopped the floor. Also, I now have firsthand knowledge that shirts get dirty, underwear gets dirty, but shorts? Shorts never get dirty.

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I used to charge my cell phone about every four days or so. But the last two weeks, with everyone calling or texting (thanks so much for caring) it has been every night. But when? I didn’t want to miss an important call from the hospital, a nurse, or her room. I tried different times and, thankfully, I didn’t miss a call.

Then there were the early mornings around 5 a.m. with the phone and me resting peacefully for a few minutes more before heading to the hospital. My technological companion would ring. It turned out to be a female friend asking, “How’s Vi?” Well, it did get me up and going and my gal would be surprised I had arrived so early to spend the day. “Well, darling, let me explain why I’m here before dawn.” ...

 

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