House-Sitting

Well if you don't know my mom and her boyfriend have been out of town for a few days, so I, the cripple, have been in charge of the house for a few days now. I am very thankful to all the people who have come to the house to keep me company. I also know Gizmo has become accustomed to the people being around too and all the attention she gets. If it weren't for the people who came to check up on me and hang out with me this could have proven a very lonely time. I like to be alone sometimes, but when you are trapped in the house (which I haven't been out of in over a week) and there is no one else living with you, it can get real bad.

I was thinking about the above things today, and I began to wonder. When I am older and say I don't live near my family anymore, and I continue on the wide open bachelor path I am on now, if something like this happens again; what am I to do? I know that is kind of a sad thought, but my mom and sis have been very nice in helping me recover from this injury, without them I really don't know where I would be living now and who would be taking care of many of my needs. How does a single person get by in times like these? Guess I will know soon enough. I don't like to think about things like this nor worry about them, but then I never thought I would break my ankle either.

This little house-sitting thing my mom has me doing has been a nice break though from all the curfews and early mornings and long days alone. I have been able to have my friends over and they can stay as long as they want, it has been real nice. Some boys are coming over tonight, in about an hour actually, for some good ol video game action. This is good for a person who cannot walk very well, suits me just fine. In general though I wonder when all my friends will get tired of waiting on the cripple. The weather is getting warmer and sitting inside is not going to be near as fun, the sympathy will wear off, and the lure of bigger and better things will seduce my friends away and I will still be stuck with my loving walker Herbert. Well, only time will tell, I pray every day that my recovery will be faster than the doctors can imagine, and that I will be up and at least walking very soon, that way I can at least get myself around well enough. Well that is enough of this for now, the boys will be here soon, so I have to be ready to hobble to the door to let them in. Later