It certainly seemed
as though John didn’t do very much around here except eat, sleep, spoil the
dogs and sit in front of his computer. Imagine my surprise when:
- The iceman didn’t come…I suddenly had to find the magic recipe (he always said it was a family recipe) so I’d have fresh ice in the freezer.
- The waterman didn’t show up either…the couple gallon Britta container in the fridge was suddenly empty. How John managed to get it back in the fridge full of water, I’ve no idea…it’s veeeerrrrry heavy.
- Toilet paper didn't miraculously appear in the bathroom. It was always John who replenished the supply in the cabinet. Fortunately, I remembered before it was way too late.
The doggies had to
be put into their crates for the night. They always slept with John (we had
separate rooms); and, knowing they missed him too, I put them in his room on
his bed in the beginning. But, apparently they didn’t like being in there alone
and my bed is a twin…no room. After several nights of having them wake me up, I
began to put them in their crates by the kitchen. Then, we all slept much
better.
There are surely other things John handled that I took for granted and in the days going forward, I'm sure I'll realize and appreciate exactly what I'm now missing.