The kitchen, and a few upgrades.

I’m thinking of offering a solution to my beloved. Good morning. Hope you and yours are well today. Young Master Duke is at my side, having gone out to sing the song of his people.

We of course are in the kitchen, and I have some work to do again today. My beloved is of course, asleep. This morning, I spent thinking about the situation again. Just a second, Young Master Duke wants to go outside. — Sorry about that. He was being very polite.

Back to the situation, every day he sits in the dining room/kitchen area. He has a couple of tables he works on. His things are set up simply, and he watches his shows either on a tablet or his phone. This is a twin to my setup, with the exception that my table is a 1970’s metal behemoth of a desk.

Obsessing about the situation is not healthy for me. Using my brain to focus on what he is doing, what is going on, and then potentially insisting on change will only do one thing. It will make the both of us very unhappy.

He has the symptoms of autism. He has not been diagnosed. However, having been with him for over 20 years.. I know him a little better than most. Change freaks him the f’ out. So, even though I have fantasies of switching our desk areas around, and even though I could convince someone it would be the goodest idea, the BEST! I won’t do anything.

So, the first upgrade, is my attitude. I’m not going to change anything about our living situation, except my attitude. I won’t suggest a thing, except maybe asking him to let me know when he is going to lay down. That way I am not startled senseless.

Okay, maybe he isn’t the only one who hates sudden changes.

However, there is room for more improvement here. Not just my attitude. I grabbed a backpack I own this morning after waking up. I stuffed the most needful things in the dratted thing. After he wakes up, I will head back into the office/dungeon.

Once there, I will further adapt what I do. I have some simple needs that I want to have with me as I work. I will throw them into a rolly bag, and have them ready for when my beloved wants to lay down.

The only thing I can’t do, is change the chair. The chair I use in the kitchen is painful to sit at. My office chair doesn’t fit. Our kitchen is microscopically small with the add-ons we have, so it won’t work. Those addons are what prevent me from using the wheelchair in the kitchen as well.

Believe me, as uncomfortable as my wheelchair is, this chair takes the cake for being awful.

Yet, my Husband is more important to me than things. He’s much more important to me than keeping entertained for a few hours. So, I will just chill out. By the way, I better let you go. I have to grab my meds, (those were the first thing I moved into the kitchen.)

Take care my friends. Hugs, gentle distance ones. -L


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