Strange Habits of Old People
I don't consider myself old though it seems everyone else thinks I am--especially the government and those pesky surveys where they segregate you by age groups. Apparently, I'm now in the last category, 60+. I realized today I'm doing things only old people and new mothers do.
I get up earlier than roosters so I usually let Greg sleep in as long as he likes. Me being me, I start to get fidgety if he's still in bed past 8am, and I have to sneak back into the bedroom to make sure he's breathing. It sounds morbid, but I know there will come a day when he won't wake up--or I won't wake up.
If he's too quiet during the night it'll wake me and I can't fall back to sleep unless I see his chest rise and fall. Yes, I've been known to check for a heartbeat. LOL. Greg is a noisy sleeper, so when he's quiet, I get nervous.
We do other old people things too, like check on each other if we haven't heard a peep from the other in over an hour. If he's in his shop, I text him. If he doesn't answer in five minutes, I'll trot over there to make sure he hasn't fallen off a ladder or electrocuted himself.
We spot each other when we climb ladders or have to do something ridiculously dangerous like wrangle bitey snakes or destroy hornet nests. There are certain tasks I won't do alone anymore unless he's nearby, like lighting a brush pile. I'm very careful setting up my brush piles, but they can become monstrous fires in seconds. It's nice to have a second set of hands with a water hose or rake.
We were more adventurous (or is that reckless?) in our youth. We'd scale buildings and run around the roof without fear, but now--we let the professionals do it. Greg can fix most anything, but I'd rather have him on the ground than risk getting him hurt.
It might sound silly, but I trust my instincts too. I sense when something is awry and it forces me to investigate. Many times I've found animals caught in something, or a husband cussing when he has to climb down a ladder (yet again) when I arrive in the nick of time. Only yesterday, I saved our baby goat from getting strangled on a goat stand. I'm handy that way.
Please tell me I'm not the only one who checks to make sure his significant other is breathing. Do you trust your gut if it tells you something's wrong?
I always go with my gut -- it's never steered me wrong -- but I rely on common sense I learned from my years in the medical profession, too. One man plus a chain saw plus an extension ladder always equals trouble. :)
I didn't realize your hubby was a Vietnam vet. God bless him.
We have a bin like incinerator and it takes me ages to get even paper burning. Have pour sunflower oil or squirt WD40 on to it just to get the damn thing going. Welsh weather. :0
We always know where each other are and we check on each other if anything seems amiss. It's usually me having fallen again or something. ;o) If I hear the lawnmower stop and stay off for a while I look out the window to check if he's just taking a break or if he's laying on the lawn somewhere. :shrug: It's never happened, but it's a thing with me.
Yeah, I don't like Greg up on ladders unsupervised either, but he likes to live life dangerously.
Yeah, he lies a lot, too :)
That baby is nearly 30 now.
I'm so glad Stan got his sleep apnea corrected--even if it does leave you with nothing to do at night. :)