When it comes to connecting the dots, I don't always get it right. The truth of the matter is that time waits for no man and I'm running out of time. It is not as though the roof will come crashing down if I don't get it all done, but I'll feel better if I make a good faith effort to eliminate as much as possible from the to do list I've prepared or myself.
As a first order of business, it occurred to me yesterday morning that I needed to move my iMac from the second floor of our home to the first floor. I'm scheduled for surgery on my right Achilles tendon this coming Tuesday and that is going to make the second floor inaccessible for an extended period.
Virtually everything I need for work needs to be moved downstairs. It would be to my advantage to move the printer downstairs as well, but I'll need assistance to accomplish that. I just looked in a downstairs closet and there is an electric outlet. Perhaps all systems are "go". Of course, the General may throw up a roadblock in my plan. She wants bedroom closets for company left empty.
The General told me yesterday morning that I could not personally move the computer because of the risk of another fall. Wearing the orthopedic boot has added some layer of difficulty in getting up and down the stairs. Consequently, I'm being very careful and depending on support from using the handrail.
I can read the General like a book. I knew she'd protectively forbid me to move the computer. That's why I had already moved it before communicating that it needed to be downstairs. I could manage the computer with one arm, leaving the other hand free to grasp the rail.
Today a "some assembly required" scooter for my knee arrives via Amazon. I'm sure that using it to keep my right foot from touching the ground won't be as complicated as I'm envisioning, but it is the source of some anxiety.
Okay, so there is a handbrake located on the handlebar. The dream that I had last night related to using the knee-scooter at the celebration of life service at the Lake Travis United Methodist Church on February 3rd was simply a bad dream. The floor of the sanctuary slopes slightly downward; like that of a movie theater. I won't share how that dream ended, but it was not a pretty picture.
Having surgery before the celebration of life service is an inconvenience related to mobility issues. I can't put any weight on my right foot for an extended period. Frankly, I don't have a choice. It will all work out fine.
All My Best,
Don
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