It’s been 5 days since my carpal tunnel surgery and I can type again! It’s still difficult though because of the boxing-glove sized bandage on my hand, but I manage. You know what they say, “when there’s a will, there’s a way”.

Hubby has been really great these past few days. Not only has he been working in the yard, he’s also been taking care of Kamalani and when he’s done outside, he comes in to cook dinner. Luckily, I sort of planned for this week when I did my last grocery
shopping. Remember the meats I brought out for Meg’s BBQ? Well, guess what we’ve been having for dinner since that night? So, I kinda made it easy for hubby to “cook” dinner this week.

He offers to make my plate at each meal, but I’m not used to being served even if I secretly complain about never being served. It’s just that I’m not accustomed to it. Imagine that! I feel badly about having him do all the things that I normally do and why is that? I mean, these are things that I do on a daily basis and no one even thinks twice about it, yet I feel guilty if other people (hubby) wants to make my plate for dinner. I need to get over this, right? I should enjoy it while I can, right? My mind says “RIGHT” but something inside me, buried not too deeply either says, “Do it yourself”.

Today was the last day to use snow tires. Hubby was working in the yard and I didn’t want t bother him with having to take the van to have the tires changed out, so I volunteered to do it. I think I pulled something in my hand when I tried to lift the brake to release it. I might need to take a pain pill later. I’m trying to work my hand as much as I can so it won’t get stiff on me after they remove the bandage. Plus I’ve always been told that it’ll heal faster. Sometimes though I need to remember not to overdo it. I have a problem with not overdoing things sometimes.

While we were at the tire shop, I walked Kamalani across the street to the farmer’s general store and there was a sign on the door announcing the arrival of baby chicks. So we went into the store and asked the sales clerk about the chicks, she directed us to the back of the warehouse and there it was - - two barrels full of cute little baby chicks. Kamalani has never seen them live so she was very excited. One of the warehouse workers came over to us and picked up a chick for Kamalani to pet. At first the chick flapped it’s wing and it scared her a little but after the worker arranged the chick in his hand, he told her it would be okay so she got to pet the chick. Then he told us to come back next week because they’ll have baby duckies. I promised to take her back next week. This is such a small town with it’s small town charm. For me, it’s the next best thing to Hawaii.

Hubby just announced that we should have breakfast for dinner. I’m not sure if that means Cap’n Crunch or Spam & Eggs. heh heh