Your Way, My Way

As I am recovering from a successful knee replacement surgery, I am grateful for the Crankee Yankee’s help. I am progressing nicely; using a walker to get around, and doing the recommended exercises to strengthen my knee.

It’s all going well. The Crankee Yankee has been endlessly kind and helpful, and will fetch me anything I need in a hurry.

However, we find that we have to adjust to each other’s routine prior to my surgery. The Crankee Yankee manages all outside work, and can tell you at a moment’s notice where the extra set of scissors is, how much more stone and concrete we need for the retaining wall for the garage, and all other carpenter-y, outside-y work there is to be done.

That being said, I know all the indoor-y stuff that I manage each day. For instance, the Crankee Yankee had no idea where we keep the spare toilet paper, paper towels, tissues, etc. He has no idea where all those bottles of water come from that I keep downstairs so that I can fill up water bowls for the strays and other wild life we feed each day.

I keep several rolls of toilet paper, paper towels, and tissues in the box on the top of the stairs going down to the basement. This is so I don’t have lug everything upstairs when I run out of toilet paper, paper towels, and tissues up the stairs each time we run out. In his view, all that stuff just magically appears.

Same with me: I go outside to see that all the corn stalks have been pulled up, the stone for the retaining wall is right where it should be, the tools are all in order and where they need to be, and the Crankee Yankee knows to a single nail where everything he needs is. It’s impressive. But the outside work is his kingdom, so to speak. This is his area; his “office.”

My “office” is the kitchen and all things in it, the bathroom and all things in it, the supplies downstairs, and I can tell you in a heartbeat where every can of corn is, how much toilet paper and paper towels we have, and so on.

It is only during times when our roles have to reverse out of necessity, as well as working both of our “offices”that we realize how much we depend on each other. Funny, isn’t it—I view it as a test of a marriage (and friendship) when you can laugh at yourself, thinking, ‘I am not an island all to myself.’

This is a kind and gentle smack on the back of the head from the Divine to keep our egos in check. Things like this keep us humble and thankful, and remind us that we are not alone, that we are meant to love and cherish our families and friends. Mostly it is a reminder that we are loved and cared for, whether or not we are in a relationship, friendship or living courageously and fully with ourselves.

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