Sliding Into Home

As the day of Mr. Ginley's flight from his current digs draws nearer and he counts down the days, I tick things off my to-do list.

Not this kind of sliding board*

Yesterday, my sister, Diane, who's been my lifeline to sanity, arranged for movers to come and take away old furniture and rearrange the remaining pieces in preparation for Mr. Ginley's return.

It all went exceedingly well, and there's now a spot for the hospital bed in the dining room. My bed was moved downstairs so I can be close during the night in case he needs me. And his fancy new lift chair is positioned in front of the TV, so he can read, watch the tube, or snooze at will.

The bed and wheelchair are due to be delivered Monday. I was also promised a slide board, but I just found out yesterday that I have to get one myself (Amazon to the rescue). The other supplies, such as sheets, chux pads, and "briefs" are in the office and ready for duty.

Oh, and the walkie-talkies arrived this week. Mr. Ginley has already chosen his "handle" – "Strokie McStrokerson." I have to choose one for myself. I'm taking suggestions, so if you have something clever, please let me know.

Today, I'll run a few errands – to the bank, the library (there's one book of his that I hadn't returned yet and they want it back), and a trip to Savers to dispense with some articles that hopefully others can use. 

I also need to vacuum the carpet, which, when the furniture was moved, provided a panorama of dust bunnies and a few pet stains. 

A trip to the grocery store is in my near future. I'll have to start cooking again, so I need to stock up and make sure I have Mr. Ginley's favorites. (But big bags of chips and six-packs of pop are not on the list, sorry, dear.)

So, I'm getting there. Fortunately, I'm off from work Monday for MLK Day, and I took a vacation day Tuesday. That will help.

I'm looking forward to having Mr. around the house again. It will be nice to shift my daily routine and not to have to go out in the cold and drive on dicey roads to visit him. 

There will be many challenges here, I know that. But the two of us will work together to triumph. 

And we will triumph. 

*For those of you wondering why I didn't do a photo attribution, it's because this one came from the family archives. That's me, Denise and Paul preparing for descent.