Okay, so this isn’t what I’m supposed to be writing about. Don’t care.
“Dickie” is outside. Yep. In the rain and snee. No, not snow, it’s ice and yucky stuff and slippery and … ugly. But he is a Louie-Louie-Lad and OF COURSE he is now out there doing his thing. He does, at least, have heavy boots on. But not heavy socks. He does have a hat on … but no scarf. He is, after all, a LLLad.
Sometimes I get damned tired of that. HE could get hurt, but hey … he’s a LLLAD!
Doesn’t anyone care but me that he could slip and break a leg (his neck doesn’t count) and then need to be taken care of? I don’t mind being a nurse … it’s the constant “but I don’t want to take my medicine” that will drive me mad if he gets hurt. That, and the “I have to get up and do … ” that will probably make me commit mayhem on what’s left of his body.
There seems to be some sort of magic “I can do it ‘cause I USED TO BE ABLE TO!” that drives every LLLad in existence. Doesn’t apparently mean anything that times have changed … along with muscles and stamina and other things like balance and eyesight and strength and … and NEED. He doesn’t HAVE TO do this stuff. Not today, certainly, since neither of us has to go anywhere today. (Now that, in itself, is a VEERRY nice thought but he is, after all, a LLLad …) Joey next door would be more than happy to do what’s necessary in the yard … he has said so a number of times. But he is not anywhere near being a LLLad, so …
Am I kvetching (to borrow a word from a friend of mine)? Yep. Big time. And by the time anyone sees this, it may just be sunny and nice out. But it is still winter in the East and the snow and rain will still be filling our days … and nights (sigh) … so …
Don’t get me wrong. I love my LLLad and wouldn’t swap him for anyone. That is, I repeat, ANYONE. But there are times …
Dear Wonder Wench:
You have said a mouthful!!! LLLads=stubbornness and the inability to acknowledge their age-related issues. No sense wasting your breath – they just HAVE to prove (I think more to themselves than anyone else) that they can “still do it”. The only “NEED” there is the one the LLLad himself has. How often have I tried warning my own LL guy “…you might get hurt!” only to be met with the “fishy eyeball” and a retreating back.
There have been a few times (when he did indeed pull something, or injure himself in another way) that he kvetched (yes, I often use that word!) and my response was “take an advil”. I have also told him that I refuse to baby him because he just didn’t listen.
Not listening to us wise LL generation gals also seems to be endemic in the LLLad population!
I can only say — I empathize!!!!!
But…but…but… I can Still do it!
It sometimes takes me a little longer, ok sometimes a lot longer…
LWW, just curious — what WERE you supposed to be writing about. 😉 I can totally relate to what you DID write about.