No place like it…

>>>No place like it…

Nikki welcomed me home with wild abandon and never settled down for a good photo…but wouldn’t get more than a few steps away from the entry hall closet. More on that later.

I moved back home last Monday, an event wonderful and bittersweet at the same time. I was sad to be leaving Mom and her wide, spacious house with everything on one floor (and I truly miss the companionship). And I was a tad nervous at the thought of living with lots of stairs, slopes, and resuming caretaker status for two rambunctious cats who can make Nirvana-in-a-hotel-room look like a genteel ladies’ tea party.

OTOH, Lola and Nikki were gratifyingly ecstatic to have me back (with a LOT of caveats I’ll discuss later) and it was nice to be cozied up in bed with a tummy-kitty.

Lola, on the other hand, did her level best to make me stay PUT.

The neighbors were more than welcoming; Kim brought over a spare walker (I now have five) and Mason’s family set up a regular walk-by check-in.

The Elmo stories (of Elmo, my replacement knee and then the fight to save him when I smashed my femur) have been going on for more than two years now. People ask to read them start to finish, so I’ve set up this Saving Elmo index page to let you view the whole series in one swell foop.

Apple, my wonderful contractor, had carefully watched my movements through the house on our test runs. Pretty much without asking he started installing grab bars, testing out shower benches, clearing obstacles, and positioning himself behind me on the stairs for my first shaky attempts to go up.

But Bob and Rox…not even sure how to describe all they’ve done for me. They took over care of Nikki and Lola when the house-sitter turned out to be a disaster and nearly killed Nikki. Bob prodded my eight-month’s dead Camry Hybrid back to life, then patiently did a whole day of legwork to restore its tags when Rox noticed its expired registration.

packing up to go hoe

Amazing how much stuff you can accumulate in 8 months, especially when you take up a new artform…

They cheerfully hauled and sorted and packed and tossed, readying the entire house for habitation again, and clearing out rooms needed by contractors and such.

Rox picked up groceries, cleaned out the fridge and restocked; Bob took pictures of contractor work-in-progress, fetched my mail, gave me a tour of his (wonderful) studio, and offered to set up a wheelchair-friendly area to allow me to do glass again (my own studio is still off-limits).

And then Mom, Hector and Dave (the movers), Apple, Nathan, Bob, Rox, and me brought me…home.

 

2017-11-29T11:43:46+00:00

6 Comments

  1. Ellen Abbott June 17, 2017 at 9:01 pm - Reply

    So glad you and the not-cats are reunited. Poor Nikki sounds traumatized. I’m so glad you have such a wonderful support team to get you back home.

  2. Gordon June 13, 2017 at 4:34 pm - Reply

    Great news and pretty cool cats.

  3. Jeri Warhaftig, June 13, 2017 at 5:51 am - Reply

    Congratulations on making it home. I hope all that bone needed was a little STRESS to get growing.

  4. Jen D June 12, 2017 at 9:38 pm - Reply

    All the best! Remember kitties and stairs can be traumatic.

  5. Susan June 12, 2017 at 7:25 am - Reply

    Congratulations! Lola has her paws crossed, thinking “Just you TRY to escape again.”? How is the fancy chair working out?

  6. Gail Northness June 12, 2017 at 6:24 am - Reply

    Congratulations on your return home to your kitties! I am sure your Mom will miss you! Best wishes for continued healing, and I hope you try to use Dave’s studio so you can get out some and do some wonderful glass!

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