Tuesday, December 27, 2016

My worker guy

Now that my husband Art is older, Washington State's climate in fall, winter and spring is troublesome. For one thing, he has allergies too many to name. Just about the only thing he's not allergic to is Larisa, our Designer Cat, who is hypoallergenic. For another, he has arthritis when there's a lot of moisture in the air. On those days, he mostly sits and reads or watches TV and I think he's going to become one with the sofa.

Arizona is a different story. Once he's been here for three days, the arthritis melts away. Art feels no pain and his "worker guy" persona comes to life. In less than two months, he has finished his chores and everything on my "honey do" list. It has been a remarkable thing to watch.

His first challenge was participating in the removal of the javalina living under our park model. The "javalina whisperer" worked with us for a couple of weeks, in person and via text. Art found it necessary to drive to Ace Hardware for a headlamp and a pair of knee pads just in case. He didn't need them for that project, but they were required the day he crawled underneath the animal-free zone to repair the dryer vent.

We had a palo verde tree on our back property that had grown so large that its limbs were scraping on our metal roof.





It also shed needles, to the annoyance of the neighbors. Our summer care guy said he didn't want to keep us as customers because of the tree. The park said removal of the tree was our responsibility. So we got four estimates ranging from $350 to $1200. Then we flew home for Thanksgiving.

When we got back, I encouraged Art to call the tree guys to come out, but he wanted to make their job easier. He bought a stepladder at Ace Hardware, and a set of new saw blades for his little electric saw. I came home one afternoon and saw that he had climbed the ladder into the tree, and then climbed the tree into the high branches. Art was an electrical lineman when he worked, but he was older now, and a bit out of shape, and without a hardhat or a spotter. I said, "It scares me when I see you do that." He said, "Then go in the house." My neighbor Dellann was just as worried. She said his risk-taking behavior was causing her blood pressure to go up!

Art limbed the tree on two days, then called the tree guys. They came out. Art decided to stand on our metal roof to supervise the cutting down of the tree. He has a pretty good eye for how and where to cut so the branch falls in a safe place rather than on the motorhome 12 feet away. While he was on the roof, he swept. I stood in the driveway with my cellphone, listening to the screech of the metal shingles, ready to call 9-1-1.

The palo verde tree in the back yard taken care of, Art turned his attention to the palm tree in the front yard. For the five years we have lived here, Christmas lights have been wound around the trunk. None of them worked. I had asked Art to either fix them or take them down, but he had other things to do instead. But now that he had a ladder - and three strings of solar lights I'd bought after Christmas last year - he spent an hour or two on the ladder taking down the old and putting up the new. This time I stayed inside and didn't look.

If we put a bag or a box on the floor, our cat Larisa gets into it. We call it a "cat trap". If boxes of unassembled furniture are dropped off by UPS or USPS or Fedex, Art opens them and begins to put the contents together. I call that a "man trap". It happened twice this month; I ordered a TV shelving unit and a new dining set. Art put them both together with nary a curse word. So I knew the directions were easy to follow and all the parts and bolts and washers were included in the packaging. And now I have just want I want in the Arizona room and in our little dining area.




I used to say that Art could fix anything. In Arizona, he still can. There is nothing like a dry climate!

In March I am going back to Oinofyta, the refugee camp in Greece. This time I am going for a month, and I am taking Art with me. He will be part-time handyman, driver and shopper and dinnertime cook. All things he loves to do. He will be very appreciated by people other than me.

The whiteboard on the fridge is blank now. Art has completed every task. Maybe now he can read his book in peace.

11 comments:

joeh said...

I'll bet you can think of more, while he still has energy.

Linda Reeder said...

Your spending more and more of each year in Arizona makes a lot of sense now. And aren't you fortunate to have Art around.

#1Nana said...

I do want to come visit! We're talking about flying to LAs Vegas, renting a car and driving via national parks. Have to do more research on weather. Maybe we should just fly to Tucson. I'll let you know. I know that next year I want out of Hermiston before the snow flies. It's sort of melting now.

Nancy/BLissed-Out Grandma said...

Wow, it's great that Art can feel so much better in Arizona! Also great that he is going with you to Greece.

DJan said...

What a wonderful thing that Art feels so much better in Arizona where it's dry. Your post was so interesting, Linda, with plenty of humor as well as thrills and chills of the acrobatic sort. :-)

Deb Shucka said...

Give Art a big hug for me. Reading this made me smile. So glad he's happy right now (because then you get to be happy more easily), and getting lots done. I can hardly wait to see you both in February.

Eileen said...

Wow, that is quite the list. Well done Art!

It is amazing to me the difference weather can have on one's mood and abilities. Enjoy!

Heidrun Khokhar, KleinsteMotte said...

Awesome that he gets so active. I have never been to greece. Will it be dry so Art can be at ease?

Tom Sightings said...

A testament to the old idea that you should go to where you feel good, where the climate energizes you rather than enervates you.

Sharon Rasmussen said...

Very enjoyable read Linda. Way to go Art! It was easy to imagine him on the roof supervising to be sure the job was done right! We are now in Florida for the winter and the climate definitely agrees with us this time of year. Safe travels friends.

Barbara said...

Arizona is like a little piece of heaven for your Art. A place where he can still be someone of who he was. Such a wonderful place to be.