The Things We Do For Love!

Mr. Indi stayed in bed all day yesterday except for taking a couple of steps to get onto his posh commode that I bought him. He just doesn't trust his legs to go any further and has lost all use of the left one.

I bought the posh potty chair at a medical supply store in nearby Corona. The man who runs the store, Richard, is one of the nicest, kindest blokes you could wish to meet. He has MS and has a bit of a struggle to get about but is a lovely cheerful soul who is always very helpful. I was pleasantly surprised that the commode didn't cost too much - $45. I had looked for them on the web and could find nothing cheaper than about $60. Of course, I could have purchased the antique one that I saw advertised - the one with the inlaid veneer cabinet and English china potty for $200 - but Mr. Indi's bum isn't worth it!

I must admit that I would never have chosen "hospital orderly" as a career and still don't place it very high on my list of fun jobs to do. Without going into details, I had to go back out to the store and buy several cans of air freshener - a couple of containers of bleach wipes - and a clothes peg for my nose! But, I mustn't complain - at least all of Mr. Indi's bodily functions seem to be working like a finely tuned machine! Twice a day!

I have taken to having a lunch break each day. Once I get his Lordship fed and tucked in - I go down the road and sit in the corner of one of my favorite restaurants and have lunch and a beer. I take my writing pad and pens with me because I have got back into writing my book that I started about 5 years ago. It's my story of how a 15 year old girl found herself to be in a home for unmarried mothers and the stories of some of those mothers and their heartbreak at giving up their precious babies. I like to write and am finding my lunch time scribbles are quite therapeutic - gets my head into a different place for a little while. I mean, JK Rowling made a mint by scribbling in coffee shops and cafes - why not me?

I am going to get my mane shorn this morning - at 8:00 a.m. - I hope Mr. Indi doesn't get a visitation requiring the commode while I'm away - but I shouldn't be too long. I'm thinking of having my hair spiked. I quite like old ladies with spiky funky hair. I shall ask Peggy what she thinks. And, if it looks good - maybe I'll get the ends bleached pink! Hey - stop laughing!

Santa Ana winds are back - blowing a gale this morning - gusts predicted to 70 mph - fire danger will be high. I hope you like this picture of clouds. I think I may have posted it before - oh well - I like it anyway!