Dog Level

The sun is saying hello this Sunday morning, and I see things!! Not dead people, dust and stuff that needs to be done. You see I'm stuck at a dog's level. My view is different, and my list is growing. My caretakers are trying to tell me, that some things on my list, do not qualify for their job description. Really, do I need a fog horn?? When I'm rolling the walker over dog bones, and toys, they need to be picked up. Lucy needs her dog bed "fluffed up", these things make me feel better. Every morning I have to ask certain people, to open the shades, don't they see these things? The poor cats water bowls, look like the sewers, you have to clean them!!! and put fresh water in. Do we live in the same house?? I suggest that they come sit with me, or crawl up the stairs, or use the walker at the pace of a snail, change your view level!!!! I asked my people to blow off the back deck, three weeks ago, "WHY?" they ask, no one is sitting out there now. BECAUSE I can see it, and the details make a difference. When you are stuck, and unable to move, you want to do everything, and its not possible, and its hard to explain things, like..... " Hart can you go to the laundry room, and get a new tablecloth for the deck table?" MOM....., also feed the birds...MOM...
My family continues to go above and beyond to help me, and keep me smiling. Putting a fall tablecloth on the deck table, when clearly it is almost spring, they try. I asked Bill to sweep the kitchen, you could feed Somalia with the crumbs on my floor, and he was so proud to say, " I did that yesterday!"
They are not up for sainthood, but to me they are pretty close.
I did notice that all my pens are missing, beside the barge ( my place of healing)(really just a big chair!) do they think there will be no more lists???
Not only does my list grow, but I have started putting them into categories, and folders!! My sweet son, was using some of my prayer beads, he is getting desperate!! God love him!!!
At any level, laughter heals.