Chapter 39 - Still Asleep
Still asleep at 10:40am on a beautiful clear frosty morning. "Today has been a GOOD day" she said last evening. After stripping the beds for the sheets to be washed, also the contents of the dirty clothes basket. Several loads in the machine. She began to hang the clothes on the line until I discouraged her. She still fiddled around though repositioning items on hangers so that advantage was taken of the weak afternoon sun. Also adjusts things I hang incorrectly. Why do women attempt to make works of art of clothes hanging on a line? Then later she took the clothes off the line, and she shouldn't have. Mid-afternoon we strolled around the village, seeing no one until we made a brief stop at a friend's place. In the evening she completed her KYB lesson for today.
The next worst task to ironing is placing sheets back on a bed & pillows on pillow cases. Even though I checked with her, I still fitted her bottom sheet, the one with the satin piece offset from its centre, the wrong way up, so that she needed another strip of satin when she came to bed, well beyond her new scheduled time of 10pm. The KYB lesson kept her too long in front of her laptop. Pain in her neck & across her shoulders. She sat on the side of her bed until almost midnight when she took her CR, then into bed, but unable to lay comfortably, needed her bed socks removed because they prevented her feet moving, too much friction. She needed her new backrest. That was not helpful, so at 1:15am she was seated in the backroom watching "Shall We Dance?" for the 579th time. I shudder everytime I hear the theme music. She was apologetic. I was angry, telling her she was not to be. Sometime around 3am she came to bed and sleep, me unaware. The alarm at 7am woke both of us. She was unable to get out of bed. Then she was too stooped to stand, unable to straighten, I stood behind her, hugging her tightly to remove her banana posture. "Ah, that feels good" she said as she became vertical. "My head feels as if it is squashed into my shoulders, the pain down my neck spreads out across them." She shuffled to the toilet and needed help arranging herself afterwards. She fell into bed & into the oblivion of sleep. No KYB group this morning for her. No call on the CB yet at 11am so I must check on her. And it's such a beautiful day outside of this prison.
The next worst task to ironing is placing sheets back on a bed & pillows on pillow cases. Even though I checked with her, I still fitted her bottom sheet, the one with the satin piece offset from its centre, the wrong way up, so that she needed another strip of satin when she came to bed, well beyond her new scheduled time of 10pm. The KYB lesson kept her too long in front of her laptop. Pain in her neck & across her shoulders. She sat on the side of her bed until almost midnight when she took her CR, then into bed, but unable to lay comfortably, needed her bed socks removed because they prevented her feet moving, too much friction. She needed her new backrest. That was not helpful, so at 1:15am she was seated in the backroom watching "Shall We Dance?" for the 579th time. I shudder everytime I hear the theme music. She was apologetic. I was angry, telling her she was not to be. Sometime around 3am she came to bed and sleep, me unaware. The alarm at 7am woke both of us. She was unable to get out of bed. Then she was too stooped to stand, unable to straighten, I stood behind her, hugging her tightly to remove her banana posture. "Ah, that feels good" she said as she became vertical. "My head feels as if it is squashed into my shoulders, the pain down my neck spreads out across them." She shuffled to the toilet and needed help arranging herself afterwards. She fell into bed & into the oblivion of sleep. No KYB group this morning for her. No call on the CB yet at 11am so I must check on her. And it's such a beautiful day outside of this prison.
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