Carting About

I have delayed getting groceries because of the chemo hangover. But I must take care of things before school starts back up for Drew. After church, I am already done in tired, and I manage to rest a bit and eat delicious left overs for lunch while waiting for Drew to return from church. He brings me an Advent wreath he made in church. He did a nice job. We put it on the kitchen table and admire his handiwork. Usually we purchase a real pine wreath for the scent, but this works just fine.

He is eager to get to Wegmans. The list is ready, he jumps in the drivers seat - to spare me the energy drain, of course - and off we go. He is quite solicitous of my well being. He selects a large cart and politely maneuvers it so I can take over. I lean heavily on the handle. I man the list, and Drew makes the side trips, fetching this and that while I navigate a straight course through the store. I know my strength will last only so long. I move slowly, trying to stay out of people's way. The store is not too crowded. I suspect the main force already moved through a bit earlier.

Our cart fills gradually. Drew is into cooking this year. Chocolate chip cookies seem to be at the top of his list. He would also like to learn how to make bread, something I once did regularly when the boys were little. I got to be pretty decent at it. We search for yeast. Who would have thought to look near the cheese refrigerator case? I thought for sure the baking aisle. But we have it now. Only two more things to get. I am beginning to fade.

I need a large mailer envelope and a windshield scraper. Mine from last year disappeared. I might have tossed the darn thing because it didn't work very well. I decide not to bother. I am too worn out to handle a trip to Target for these two items. Drew senses my distress. He runs ahead to open the car door so I can sit down while he loads the groceries in the trunk. I recover enough to be able to manage sitting in the car a few more minutes while he runs in to Target for the last 2 items. He calls me to tell me the options.

At last he pulls into our parking space. It takes me a good ten minutes to crawl out of the car and up the stairs. I feel like an old woman. I know this will pass. It always does. I sit while Drew brings everything inside. What would I do without him? Plan ahead better! After a bit my energy returns. I can help put things away, but then I am done for the day. Drew makes dinner. I would have just gone to bed. Good thing tomorrow is another day away from the chemo and I will be in a better place. God is good. All shall be well and all shall be well and all things shall be well.