After much deliberation, The Husband bought himself a new cover for the Cherokee's steering wheel. It came in the mail last week. It was nothing but a flat strip of leather (?), maybe 3" wide, with its ends sewn together, and thick thread stitching along both edges. It had to be stretched over the steering wheel (which was a b*tch to do) and sewn in place with a needle and thread (included), using the holes along the edges made by the original stitching (this was also a b*tch to do). There was a how-to video, which The Husband had watched a couple of times before ordering the cover.
Having spent most of my life with a needle of some description in my hand, I knew how hard sewing this was going to be, especially for The Husband, who has arthritis in his hands. I offered to do it for him, but he seemed to want to do it, himself, so I left him to it and went back to my daily word puzzle.
After a few minutes, he came to the porch and said he was having trouble getting it on the steering wheel. I went out there in my housecoat to help him. It was REALLY tight, but with both of us pulling and grunting and cussing, we got it on. The Husband said he could take it from there, so I headed toward the porch to finish my puzzle.
On the way, I stopped to pull up some weeds that will take over the bed next year if I let them go to seed. When I realized leaves and seeds were sticking to my fuzzy housecoat, I changed clothes and went back out. It seemed like the more I pulled, the bigger the job got. I was working on a bank that's mostly covered with English ivy and creeping juniper through which tree saplings have grown. Lopping them out was scary for a lot of reasons - snakes, bugs, falls with broken bones.... I finally got out the big push-type weed trimmer and mowed some of that mess down so I could better see where I was stepping.
The Husband was still sewing when I quit the yardwork. He did not seem to be having a good time. I'd been back on the porch for about 5 minutes when Nanny called and said she'd made tacos for lunch if we wanted to come eat. I started to beg off since The Husband was in the middle of something, then I thought maybe a break would do him some good. He pretty much jumped at the chance. His hands needed some rest. When we came home from Nanny's, he got back to work. It took a while, but he got the thing on - not quite to his satisfaction, but close enough, for now.
I spent the rest of the afternoon wishing I didn't have to go to work today. Arrive at 7:00, go for my yearly physical at 1:45, pick up groceries between 1 and 2. I hate days with multiple things to do all at once.
Left work early, picked up the groceries on the way to the doc. He was on time, and I got home with food that was still frozen. The Husband has a board meeting after work, and I'm not cooking supper tonight. The day wasn't so bad, after all.
EXCEPT -
I reached something of an impasse at work today. Questions must be answered before I can proceed.
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