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It was brutally cold today as I pulled into the yard. The chickens were nestled around their coop in the sun, trying to avoid the wind blowing up their skirts. The cows, sheep and goats were amicably sharing piles of hay in the protected pasture between the house and the barn. The old trees in the yard twisted and danced with each gust. I glanced at the thermometer near the door and shivered.

Inside, the house was warm and silent. I called out my greeting and headed for his bedroom. It had been two weeks since our time together and I was anxious to see how he had fared over the holidays. His door was closed, so I knocked softly and peered in. He was in his chair, dressed in a soft plaid shirt and his flannel-lined work pants.

“Oh! It is you!  I have missed you! Where were you yesterday? Weren’t you supposed to come?”

“I’m so sorry, it’s been too long and I missed you too!”

His face eased into a gentle smile and his eyes closed. I sat at his feet, massaging his fingers, then just sitting and silently holding his hands. Every once in a while his fingertips would slowly brush over mine and his eye-lids flickered in a dream.

Eventually the pins and needles in my feet were too much. I slid my hands away and stood to stretch. From his window I could see his lovely deep-chocolate colored cows,  as they dozed in the sun. I looked around the room at things so familiar to me now. What was the history of each carefully placed memento? The moose made from a candy cane was obviously recent, but what of the glass, globe-shaped paperweight on the window sill? I scanned the bookshelves and admired the volumes; some with titles facing left (in English) and others facing right, all the more interesting because they are unreadable for me. They are in other languages, a measure of one’s ability to communicate.

We passed most of the morning like this. He would rouse from his dreams and smile. “Oh you are still here? Ah, good…” Back to sleep.

When he did wake, we had some personal things to attend to. As we were doing our “Shall we dance?” joke, his wife and the Dr. came in. I stepped back to finish tidying up  while they spoke. Later he looked up from his chair and said, “They take their measures and say everything is perfect. I don’t like this perfect.”

The Dr. suggested more exercise, concerned  his muscles had shrunk after the latest operation. His wife came up with an ingenious stretchy-thing and dumbbells. The stretchy-thing worked well until I realized his grin was due to the fact that he was rocking back in his chair rather than really working his arms. We moved on to the 5 lb. dumbbell competition and he beat me fair and square on the over-the-head lifts. At some point in our giggling I realized a 5 lb. dumbbell crashing into his head would not be a good thing.

With carefully  measured steps, we headed to the kitchen for tea and to watch the birds. It was a long walk today and I thought of strolls we made on warmer days around the farm in the sun.


10 comments on “The Measures…

  1. Touring NH says:

    I’m glad he is staying strong. I know he treasures his time with you.

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    1. Thank you Laura. It is a funny relationship and a life lesson I treasure.


  2. julieallyn says:

    This reminds me a bit of a conversation my sisters and I had with Mom at Christmas. There was an elderly couple who lived across the road from us when we were growing up. They had no running water or indoor plumbing. We marveled at all the items sitting on shelves or hung from the walls and we laughed to recall how Mr. Smith always pretended to be scared when we trick or treated at the front door of their rickety old house. There was the kewpie doll and the pump in the kitchen for water and the ‘thunder mug’ on the floor next to their bed. These things all fascinated us girls! Things, much of them anyway, of a bygone era.

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    1. Wow Julie! What cool memories of an eccentric couple. I have lived only briefly in life without “amenities” and I can say it would be hard to go without basics like water and indoor plumbing.

      As to nick-nacks and chachkies, we all have them and I’m sure everyone wonders about the history other those that others’ collect….

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  3. If you’re ever looking for something to talk about with him, he’s got some great shield lichens on his tree. They’re a sign of good, clean air.

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    1. Oh Allen, I just love your comments. Those are on my tree and I’m thrilled to hear I have “good, clean air!!” Love my little patch of soil. Thank you!!


  4. He’s such a treasure – you are a very lucky girl! And he is lucky to have you xx

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    1. Thank You Susanne! So blessed to have him in my life!!


  5. Marie Keates says:

    Again you captured the moments perfectly. The dumbbell competition made me smile, along with his sneaky tricks to avoid the work. He obviously couldn’t resist the challenge of beating you though.

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    1. He is a sneaky old friend! Love that he manages to insert his sense of humor no matter what we are doing…life lessons here.

      Thanks Marie for dropping by and commenting!


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