Well before dawn Tuesday, I woke to find our car covered bumper to bumper with a thick coat of wet snow.
With my new right hip barely a month in place, I was a little reluctant to dash out — as much as I can with a cane — to sweep off the heavy snow. A fall could lead to severe complications, my doctor said, an admonition that has led me to be very careful when outdoors.
The upshot of this is that I have the sweetest wife around.
Knowing my reservations about putting myself in jeopardy, Beverly volunteered — she really did — to don boots and heavy coat and clean the car before I left for work. She even started the rascal and turned on the heater, which had it nice and toasty when I went out.
I’ve cleaned her car of snow and frost in the past, but I think that’s only expected of a husband.
Until I became a bit of an invalid I never asked any quarter early in the morning of my wife. Besides, she’s more of a night person and likes to sleep in.
But since my return to work, Beverly has awaken each morning — though a little drowsy — to fix my breakfast and help with my shoes. I’ve a little plastic device with ribbons on each side that permit me to put on my socks without bending over, a no-no in hip recovery, but shoes were another story.
Eventually I mastered a long shoe horn for pre-tied shoes, but the winter extreme brought out a pair of laced boots. I didn’t even have to ask for help with lacing and tying.
However, I think the car-cleaning concession is of special note.
Wife goes above and beyond
