Oy the old days…
Remember way back in February 2020 when hands were used for hugging and kissing and showing affection?
When they were used to pick up our children and grandchildren to cradle them in our arms and caress their adorable punims?
When you could mirror “The Thinker” pose and not feel you had to run to the sink and wash your hands for at least 20 seconds?
I find myself wondering how my once aging, but not yet older looking, hands are now close cousins to the outer shell of a turtle. And every time I dip those suckers into a bowl of moisture cream to make them less painful my hands only serve to muck up my cell phone and computer keys. My two connections to the outside world smell nicer but there is a lot of slipping and sliding off the keys and keypad.
For some strange reason, my nose and cheek seem itchy every hour on the hour. It is so annoying that I MUST sneak a scratch, hoping my doctor husband doesn’t see the transgression, and then I run to wash those hands once again. 15 times a day…ha….try 30!!!
Then there is the cooking and clean up. While my husband does help at least a little, the primary chef/clean up person is moi! Where these hands were once outstanding at making reservations, meals need to be planned all day every day. Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. I am so grateful to have food in the fridge and freezer, so very grateful, and yet miss the days when we could run out to our favorite local burger or Italian place for a meal.