And the Last Wall Is...

Good morning, here I am early.

The fourth wall of my bedroom is the worst.

It's Theo's wall, and there is a lot of medical stuff on it.  There's a great midsize bookcase that holds a lot of books, if you like, and in his case also holds papers, envelopes stuffed with lord knows what, and so on.  I noticed yesterday that he is clearing out the lord knows what, and that's good I guess. He too has the idea that we are in flux, on the move, unstable.

There's a long table that I set up for his diabetes stuff. That causes us a lot of problems because it has to be used five times a day, measuring blood glucose and then calculating, measuring, drawing and injecting insulin.  Somehow that table has become snowed over with other papers and things, including a wonderful balance scale we have with small brass weights to help you weigh things, which has wondrously appeared from the garage after years of my nagging for it.

Then we move on to his bedside table, which holds more stuff of the same ilk (the ilk of the medical stuff, not of the scale).  All cluttery and boring. There was a device there that connected by phone to the machine implanted in his chest, but it fell to the floor and got broken so now we have to make a trip up there to be read.  It is supposed to tell "them" when his heart fibrillates, and I guess it does.

The great thing about that wall is a huge window that looks out upon the street of Fairway Court, and allows us to see the endless parade of plumbing trucks, handicapped bus journeys, and speeders that are our largest class of movers outside on that street.  We also get to see the comings and goings of our nearest neighbors, a busy family who I always say are like "las golondrinas, que vienen y se van," because I never never look out that someone is not either driving up or driving away. Truly!!

There's the bed, a queen sized critter that we bought last year after giving the king away to the Salvation Army.  The king just took up too much space, and now we are kind of cramped into the queen.  Ah well.  And at the foot of the bed, a little armchair that I bought at the across the street neighbors' garage sale for $1.00 and had upholstered for $300.00.  And worth every bit of it; it is very useful for oldsters.

Last, there are the pictures other than the photos of my children. There's Benjamin's patent.  There's a great picture of Theodore looking wild painted by a friend when we were young.  And there is a beautiful mountain scene bought from a thrift shop, and a beautiful seaside scene, ditto.  We are great admirers of thrift shop paintings.  Really.  Lots of them are just beautiful and I love the amateur endeavor.

That's about all there is to say about ma chambre.  We spend a lot of time there but it has its needs. We are about to replace that big front window, along with four others on the front of the house, as we revamp prior to probably selling it.  We will put in vinyl, say I with scorn.  Honestly!! 
YAZZYBEL