Driving me Nuts

I never want to do anything these days. Not only do I not want to be reminded of my woes, but don't tell me about my responsibilities, either! I don't want to face them. I have people I've promised to e-mail and people I need to call and dishes to do and floors to mop and I don't want to think about any of it! I'd rather crawl into bed and curl up there and stay there, with a pile of murder mysteries and a whole book full of sudoku puzzles. (Billions of them from easy to evil, are here, and you can even cheat by asking, "How am I doing?")

But fortunately for me, I can't give in to that, because Demetrios, with his broken foot, upon which he is not allowed to put any weight, needs help with things like showering and fetching and carrying, and he wants to have all sorts of conversations, and he wants his daily outing, which lasts a couple of hours in the car.

Every day we get out of the house for a drive. This is what I least like to do, because, although we have become quite the experts at getting Demetrios from house to car, it still terrifies me. But he can't stand being "closed by four walls". So we get dressed, which always lifts our spirits even when I'd rather stay in my gown and bathrobe, and we find little errands to do at the post office or pharmacy or bank or dry cleaner's. We stop somewhere for a snack lunch. We just drive around. We explore neighborhoods we never even knew were there, or admire the countryside, making remarks such as, "How wonderful a thing is a tree!" It gets us out of the house for a while. And we both always feel better afterwards.

I still don't want to do it.

Demetrios, God bless him, is always trying to make me laugh. If you don't know him, the best way I can try to explain it is, at times he can be like a cartoon character come to life. If you do know him, you know what I mean, and that he cannot fail. All he has to do is make one funny face and I laugh. And laugh. Until I cry. And cry.