Lost

I guess I’m a little lost lately. Lost and cranky.

Today, some people are coming to look at our macaw. Macaws are expensive to maintain. I love Rocky, but every week, he eats twenty dollars worth of toys and eats like a small child. No one takes the time to clean the cage like it should be cleaned. But I’m panicking anyway. The longer it takes for them to get here, the worse it feels. (Update: One bird off to a really nice, new family)

A week from Tuesday, my husband is having a double knee replacement. It’s going to be a lot of work for him, and for me, for the next 6 weeks, at least. The recovery time greatly depends on the person, and he’s motivated to recover.

For up to 6 weeks, he won’t be able to drive. For awhile, he’ll be moving around with a walker and/or crutches.

We’ll get through it. Sometimes it seems like a lot, but that’s what marriage and life is all about. Sometimes it’s just overwhelming.

On the upside, I’ll have 7 days off of work. That alone has to be a blessing, right?

Yesterday, we were in the Harley shop, looking around at stuff, like we do every weekend. I saw my Rider’s Edge instructor (one of them) in the shop. I sat on a Fat Boy and brought it off the kickstand. He saw me do that. He asked me if I was getting a new bike, and I said “no”, but I’d been out riding 3 times before the weather turned ungodly FRIGID.

It’s good to be in the Harley shop and run into people you know. I keep hoping to run into any of my classmates, as well. Maybe later, though. It’s seems to be a homing beacon for motorcyclists around here.