Yesterday I discovered that I'm a goddess. A goddess of mediocrity, but a goddess nonetheless. I finally got a lesson on folding the double stroller, stuffing it in the trunk (think Grinch cramming loot up chimneys), and successfully opening the huge contraption. I took a chance of forgetting all three steps between the 7 am pre-coffee run-through and the 1 pm outing, but I did it. Said like a proud two-year-old: All! By! Self!
Unfortunately, I am not the most proficient with mechanical-type things or stuff that requires plugging in. (Or items that are computerized, have moving parts or require tools). But I am getting there, one small victory at a time.
Case 1: Soon after I was laid off and began plunking my rear on the family room rug as much as I did in my office chair, I noticed how disgusting and visible the refrigerator vent was. Someone had stuffed a fur coat under it at some wild party. Believe it or not, it didn't take (too) long to remove the filth collector, scrub it up and refasten it. I didn't even curse, cut myself or the usual—give up and wait for Hubbo to help, I mean, do it. (And yes, I realize that the vent is neither mechanical nor meets any of the above specs, but close enough.)
Case 2: Well, after much brain-scratching, I couldn't really think of a Case 2, aside from the stroller. I know, I know. Very sad. But perhaps we could count dismantling a bed frame (and muscling a double-sized mattress and box-spring out of a room). I also hung some art and resurrected the 8-foot Exersaucer, but I'm not sure those count either. Instead of baby steps, we'll call them tiptoes.
Along with boosting my patience, adopting a Type B (or at least A-) mindset and landing a dream job, one of my goals after the layoff was to become more self-sufficient. I'm sure my fourth attempt at fastening the silo to the Fisher Price farmhouse would have worked, but I let it go and Hubbo snapped it in faster than Old MacDonald yells E-I-O. “Show-off!” I mean, “Thank you!”
I'm not in any hurry, but some day I'll learn to text, use a drill and master a host of fancy things in between. For now, though, I'll enjoy my little triumphs, the freedoms they deliver and a honking bite of ambrosia.
(P.S. Hey, some half-whacked immortal sounds one step closer to going B!)
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