Friday - Sunny and Hot
Was a good day, but….
Who would have thought that my simple request to look into putting a handrail on the stairs up to our rooms in this house to cause such ranting and wailing?
I simply asked my husband to look into putting a railing on the wall. The steps are steep and since we’re not getting any younger I think it makes sense to have a handrail for us. Apparently my husband thinks that a handrail would be more dangerous since it would make the width of the already narrow steps even more narrow. He thinks that if I fall on the steps I would hit my elbow and then fall anyway. I told him I’d rather hit my elbow than break my leg, but apparently that doesn’t matter. I have now been told that I shouldn’t live upstairs anymore. Great. That will definitely keep me safe, won’t it?
It did start quite well, today did. I got up, had breakfast with K and then did the dishes and came back upstairs. (The unsafe ones without a handrail.)
I did a few loads of laundry and hung a lot of it over in the garage.
Lunch was great. I had some smoked salmon that I bought yesterday and the last bagel from the freezer. I had salad and also the rest of the duck. It was a lovely little feast.
I washed the dishes later on, and watched a few of my DVR shows, plus the movie Wild. It was okay…I thought Reese Witherspoon did a pretty good job, but thought it was a bit of an odd story.
When F came home he was tired and he suggested going to the Internet Cafe. We bought K something for dinner and then took ourselves off. We stayed there for the next few hours, even going over our usual 3 hour time limit. I had a chicken burger and fries while I was there…it was okay.
We came back to the house, grabbed the drinks we had bought earlier and then came upstairs. I made the “mistake” of asking F if we could get a handrail put on the stair. The stairs are steep and we aren’t getting any younger. I thought it was a fairly simple request, but apparently putting in a handrail would endanger us both. I’m not sure how and I think F’s logic is lacking. At one point he suggested that I not live in this house anymore and I agreed that was a good idea. Next moment he’s off on another tirade about breaking elbows on the non-existant handrail, or talking about how the wall would have to be rebuilt. Rebuild away I say!
Well, we’ll have to see if tomorrow goes well or not. Judging by how the weekend is starting, it could be a rough one. Come back later and find out how it goes. Until tomorrow….