I cleaned kitchen cabinet drawers today. I laid this potholder out on the cabinet to trash. It's very thick and I only have one. I never use it so I was about to toss it when Bob walks in and says "Don't trash that. It's my knee pad." I had to chuckle because I knew he spent a lot of time down on one knee digging in the bottom of the pantry and the bottom cabinets, but never thought about him needing a knee pad. I put it back in the drawer. A man's got to have his knee pad.
We've fought many a battle over the years over cooking, and grocery shopping but I see now the time is past for that behavior.
Perhaps I'm beginning to settle in to this new place I'm living where he looks to me for everything. That's a new place for me. I've always gone to him when anything needed repairing. Today I asked him to make a wire loop in the handle of a rolling pin so I could put a hook in it and hang it in the pantry. He never figured it out. Finally I said "Let's try this and see if it will work." I put the wire loop in the handle, handed him the rolling pin and hook, and he tottered off to hang it in the pantry. So opposite of the way things have always been.
I'm finding it difficult to know exactly what he can do and what he can't. I don't want to do the things he's capable of doing, nor do I want to embarrass him by not realizing he's incapable of something. It's a thin line to walk.
I try to stay alert to any needs but they're easy to miss. Since he's lost a little weight he's having trouble keeping his pants up. He mentioned he wished he had his old military web belt. I hopped on Amazon and he now has a military web belt, and he's happy with it.
Daughter came through with the peppermint puff candies. When I sent her his picture she noticed the rubber bands on his head phones and asked if he needed new ones. Tuesday a new set will arrive. She says the least we can do is see to it he has a nice set. No doubt the ones she's sending will be pricey, far more than he would pay for a set himself.
A little bit ago he walked through here fretting about a pair of shoes. The need for a new pair of shoes has been around for a while but I just kept kicking the can down the road because it's hard to make him happy with shoes. The time has come. In the next week or so daughter or son will get the assignment to take their dad and see that he gets new shoes. I won't go because that's another area we've gone to battle over but the kids will take care of it.
I'm living in a new world.