Since last summer Morgan and I were not married, we did not get to go backpacking, pretty much ever. I bemoaned this fate and made him promise that this summer (2011), we'd be in the mountains every other weekend. Then, as you may recall, we tried to backpack in late October - but by then, temperatures in the mountains had dropped below zero at nights, and I am just not that hardcore. So we camped in the house.
I think it was March when we first tried to head out into the mountains. We looked for a good spring hike, but our SUV was stopped in its tracks, when we... literally... ran out of tracks. The snow got so thick so fast, we couldn't even drive within a few miles of the trailhead, and we were obviously not going far in tennis shoes and jeans. So we went back to the house and waited another few weeks for warmer weather.
Months went by, and any attempt we made to venture into the outdoors ended in similar situations. Finally, June was here, the days were warmer, and our schedule finally gave us an open weekend at the end of the month to go backpacking!
Sunday, August 7, 2011
The following is an extremely abbreviated list of things that Jenny has done for me since I broke my leg:
- Help me walk
- Take Chipson out to go potty (including during her bloody-diarrhea giardia episode that had her up every hour on the hour in the middle of the night for a few days)
- Clean up after Chipson when she doesn't make it outside in time
- Clean the house
- Make breakfast, lunch, and dinner (I can't even make cereal without making a mess and working up a sweat from hopping around the kitchen)
- Get me things to drink when I'm upstairs, downstairs, or on the couch
- Carry everything for me (I can't even scratch my nose and walk at the same time because of my crutches)
- Drive us everywhere (to the hospital, to Spokane, to the grocery store, everywhere)
- Help me bathe
- Help me pack my stuff for our recent trip to Spokane
- Load everything into the car for our recent trip to Spokane
- Do my laundry (although I have been able to at least fold my clothes)
- Help me navigate rough terrain
- Feed Chipson every morning and evening
- Get the mail
- Bring me my vicodin
- Constantly ask, "What can I do for you?"
- Organize little picnics and trips to the park so we can get out of the house
- Play with Chipson since I lost my speed
- Make the bed every morning
- Buy birthday presents for family members
- Take Chipson for walks
- Rub my legs when they get sore (my left one because it carries the burden of my whole body, and my right one because it has to hold my up right foot off the ground all the time)
- Work from home so she can attend to my every need
- Hold me when I'm sad because I can't do stuff
The list goes on and on and on and on and on. Obviously, there is a lot to do when you need to take care of yourself, one puppy, and one immobilized husband. But with a superwoman like Jenny, you'd think it was just another day in the life. I love her lots.