Hick Habits

Hick has once again incurred Val's wrath ire mild annoyance. What's that? The sudden intake of breath at the shock of hearing this? Nah... probably just Hick's rumpus releasing hot air.

Anyhoo... my own rumpus is taking its sweet time to recover from my shooting pain. That actual shooting pain is mostly gone now, but appears randomly and briefly if I make a wrong move. Like when I land a bit off-center when descending the throne. I can feel that nerve along the back of my thigh, wanting to punish me for my carelessness. 

I have been taking my cane to town, to make sure I don't get off-balance. My walking posture for the days I grasped every bit of furniture available in order to navigate my hillbilly mansion has affected my current mobility. My left heel feels like it has a stone bruise. Or maybe plantar fasciitis. I can hardly stand without a shoe on that foot. Showering is an adventure.

What's all this got to do with Hick's habits? He is making my convalescence more difficult, without actually doing anything different. When I got home from town Saturday evening, Hick was counting out his SUS2.5 money.

"You're having your Reuben for supper?"

"Yeah. I guess I'll try to heat it in the oven..."

Sure. AS IF he is capable of that! I knew he was fishing for me to offer to do that for him. I fell for it, seeing as how Hick had to fend for himself for almost a week when my pain was at its worst.

"I guess I'll warm it for you. When do you want it?"

"Any time is good."

Heh, heh! At least he's learned that's how to respond if he expects me to fix his supper. I also offered to make him a Wild Turkey and Shasta Zero Sugar Cola, as long as he came to the kitchen to get it, and made his own snack. I am not able to walk without grabbing furniture, carrying a red Solo cup full of liquid, a can of open soda, and a snack bowl of chips. Hick fetched them for himself.

I opened FRIG II to get the container with Hick's Reuben. It was against the back wall! I did not want to lean precariously to pull it forward, lest my back take offense. I also didn't want to move the two bottles of Diet Mountain Dew attached to the plastic holder thingy.

HERE'S where we get into Hick's habits! This drives me crazy. When Hick puts his soda in FRIG II, he leaves them all attached. This wreaks havoc with other items I want to put on FRIG II's top shelf. My own sodas, in the cans, have to go on the second shelf. I only put in two at a time. I drink one each evening, and Hick sometimes needs one for his drink. I don't put the whole box of 12 sodas in there at once.

It is my opinion that Hick should take his bottles of Diet Mountain Dew out of the holder when he takes them to FRIG II. I don't mind six of them on the shelf. But there's no reason for them to be attached in a big block.

"Why did you put your Reuben all the way in the back! I had it on the front of the top shelf for you."

"Val. I had to move it so I could get to my soda this morning."

"If they weren't stuck together, you could have reached over the container to grab a soda. You wouldn't have to move anything."

Hick does not agree with me! Is that another gasp? I think not.