(written on the 25th)
Not much to say about Sunday and Monday, so I’ll just combine the three days into today’s entry.
We chatted with Thomas on Sunday morning about the news that we were needing to move in the next couple of months or so.
It’s tough for all of us right now, a bit out of the blue, but not at the same time. We’ll figure it out.
I drove to the pharmacy at the nearby Walmart neighborhood market Sunday morning, and now I have a new appreciation for the little electric shopping scooters that they have, as I was able to use the scooter to move around the store and instead of having to hobble around with my crutches trying to hold things in my hands.
Thanks, Walmart, for providing those. 🙏
And I’m also grateful for generic versions of drugs. Both prescriptions came to a grand total of $14 and change.
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Cleaned and rebandaged my injury. There really wasn’t much of anything in the way of seedbridge from the wound. Pretty amazing, if you ask me. There was barely any evidence at all on the bandage that there even was a wound!
Jim and Paul stopped by to bring some food over, and we chatted for probably an hour or so with my mom and Thomas as well, mostly about what’s going on at work for Thomas and what’s going on with work for Jim and stories from his last job, etc.
We also talked A little bit about the living situation and how things have changed.
Don’t really remember much of what happened on Monday, other than that I was home all day. I think I just veged out mostly.
Went and saw the surgeon on Tuesday. He told me that technically, the recommended protocol would have been to keep me overnight for an open bone fracture. Something like that anyway, but that because of how it happened, he wasn’t very worried about it. In fact, he said that he was comfortable with me putting weight on the leg to my pain tolerance level, so that’s a big win in my book!
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So now I’m walking-ish on it, and having gotten the go-ahead from the surgeon, I climbed on the lawn mower and started mowing the lawn. 🙃
Gratefully, the jostling on the uneven surface wasn’t too bad and didn’t cause too much pain for my leg. 🥳
After probably 20 or 30 minutes of mowing, I had to stop because it was time to head up the hill with my mom to chat with Mike about his proposal of building a little tiny home complex on the edge of the woodsish back by his shop for Thomas, my mom, and me.
My Hill family here has been amazing with their generosity and expressions of love and support and ideas.
🥰
It started raining while we were chatting with Mike, with me playing fetch with Mike’s dog because it was crazy hyper and a potential hazard for knocking over my little mom, so I figured I would play fetch with the dog until I got it tired out.
I know, I know. 😅
But believe it or not, or maybe it was just a miracle, I won! I chucked that stock over and over and over until that puppy fell down on the ground, panting rapidly, and gasping for air.
No more danger with a hyper dog knocking my little mother over. 💪
I think Mike’s idea was a great one for the little tiny home community. Thomas is first priority, and I still don’t know what I’m going to do whether I’m going to stay on the hill and take them up on their offer of letting me put a tiny home on their property back there, or if I’m going to buy a piece of property somewhere else. My going in position, I think, is that I’m going to try and find out if any of the neighbors whose properties touch ours here are interested in selling any of their land. If they are, then that would be my first preference because then I would have my own piece of property that I actually owned, and it would also expand the footprint of Haven Hill.
What I do know is that unless it just feels wrong, my next step is going to be living either as a nomad or on my own piece of property. I’m tired of not having a home base that I can count on as being mine. I don’t mean that as a knock to all my wonderfully generous family over the years and multiple states: I just want my own place. My place.
First World problems. I am blessed to even be in a position to have that as a “problem.”
So even if what ends up happening is that I move all of my stuff into a couple of my vans and sell everything else, that’s more likely than staying somewhere that’s owned by somebody else at this point, I think.
Jim came over, And we (He, my mom, and I) chatted for a good long while about the hill and the challenges that have come up recently. Lots of trying circumstances for a number of people right now.
But we’ll get through it. 🏋️
Love and hugs!
Lift the world.
~ stephen
Lift the World 