This past week since Dan’s shoulder replacement surgery has been stressful- I won’t lie. Dan and I are a great team, each of us taking on the work of caring for our home and animals, along with busy careers. We love what we have built together and find great joy in keeping things running along smoothly with hard work. I have extra respect for what my husband contributes now that everything has fallen onto my (un-surgerized) shoulders. Sadly, what has stressed me out the most has been preparing meals for my amazing cook of a husband. Intimidating as hell for someone of my epic culinary challenges.
I had a long list of things to accomplish yesterday in the house and yard, and I began by avoiding the blueberry pancakes Dan suggested for our Sunday morning Big Breakfast (a Gainey tradition), going instead with making the one breakfast specialty I have consistent success with- scrambled eggs with cheese and biscuits. It was edible- actually, it was pretty darn good (insert sigh of relief). I worked out in the yard for several hours, sweeping decks, pulling weeds, trimming ivy, and weedwacking. My back was toast, but it felt good to see everything looking spruced up and happy again.
I cleaned the house from stem to stern, did laundry, helped Dan with his shower, and practiced for my upcoming recitals. By the end of the day I was absolute toast, but still had to make dinner. I ran my limited repertoire of safe-zone dishes by Dan, and he opted for the famous ‘Bean Goo Tacos’ (aka, bean and cheese tacos). A nice, low-stress dish. I declared the day a walloping, productive success.
This morning I asked Dan if he wanted his usual breakfast of fruit and granola, and he immediately replied with, “Blueberry pancakes! It’s a holiday, after all.” Damn. Making pancakes means pulling out Dan’s big iron skillet- something I avoid like the plague. I am afraid of the thing- actually, I’m afraid I’m going to do something to ruin one of Dan’s favorite cooking tools. After several assurances that he would oversee the process, I grudgingly agreed to try, walking into the kitchen like I was headed to the gallows.
Breakfast was delicious, if I do say so myself, and Dan was happy as can be to have a special treat. I did tell him not to get any ideas, that he was taking back the cooking duties as soon as his shoulder healed. I’ll stick to cleaning and clarinet playing- much safer for all of us.
Finally, a bit of time to rest up and write before I get busy with my remaining list of chores. The next few weeks will have me rippin’ and roarin’, and I need to have everything at Chez Gainey in good shape. Someone wanted to join me for some chill time…
Now it’s time for a bit of rest on this Labor Day. I am grateful for the lessons that have come with Dan’s surgery, reminders to be grateful for my sweet man and all he does for our family. Also, reminders for me to stop being afraid to try new things that are outside of my comfort zone. Sometimes I might just surprise myself, and how cool is that?