Just Call Cicia
Ping and I were back in the office working this morning, trying to get settled in. She was acting as my legs, since I still can't walk without crutches. Even with the aid of crutches, each step with my right foot brings excruciating pain. So when we got home I holed up on the sofa while Ping went to take care of the grocery shopping. Cici came to see me and gave me instructions to call her if I needed anything, but I couldn't do it. I didn't feel that it was fair to trouble her so I just sat there until I had to get up to get something to eat.
Cici heard me with my crutches and came running. Papa, sit down. I will get whatever you need. You were supposed to call me when you need something. I appreciate your willingness to help, I told her, but I just didn't feel like I should bother you. She brought everything I needed and gave me instructions once more. This time I learned something. Papa, when you need help, just call Cicia. She said her name just like I say it. This took me by surprise because she has never given me any indication about whether she likes my pet name for her. Now I know. She likes it when I call her Cicia.
Here I am gimping around just because we did a little physical labor yesterday. I need to take lessons from the black lady who was helping us. She never moved anything unless it was on a dolly. She tried several times to convince me to do the same, but nooooo, I wouldn't listen. We see her at the office every day watering the plants and trees in the atrium and around the outside of the building, always keeping the place looking good. We had never talked with her other than greetings. Yesterday we learned something impressive about her.
This lady must be right at six feet tall, and she has kept herself in good shape. She is always cheerful and willing to help. Helping us move was a good example of her helping spirit. She isn't paid to do that kind of work, but she worked just as hard as those who were being paid to help. We learned that she is 74 years old, but she looks and moves like someone who is more than ten years younger. And I would be willing to bet that she isn't laid up today like I am.
At one point she moved the two color HP printers that we received for free when we bought a couple of computers. As she took them off the dolly a thought hit me. Would you have any use for one of these printers? I asked her. My grandbaby is in college and she could sure use one, she told me. Then it is yours, I said. One good deed deserves another. She was very grateful, and we have a new friend.
Monday they will finish cutting a big hole in the wall of the reception area. They will put in a floor to ceiling window that is about 7 feet wide. This will give Ping a view of the atrium from our offices. It will give everyone who comes in the building a view of a beautiful Chinese lady. The furniture that she selected for our reception area is already the talk of the building. With the window, everyone will be able to enjoy the view without coming into our offices. Which reminds me. We still need to hang things on the wall, and we will need some kind of drapes for the window. I hope I am up for this tomorrow.
Cici heard me with my crutches and came running. Papa, sit down. I will get whatever you need. You were supposed to call me when you need something. I appreciate your willingness to help, I told her, but I just didn't feel like I should bother you. She brought everything I needed and gave me instructions once more. This time I learned something. Papa, when you need help, just call Cicia. She said her name just like I say it. This took me by surprise because she has never given me any indication about whether she likes my pet name for her. Now I know. She likes it when I call her Cicia.
Here I am gimping around just because we did a little physical labor yesterday. I need to take lessons from the black lady who was helping us. She never moved anything unless it was on a dolly. She tried several times to convince me to do the same, but nooooo, I wouldn't listen. We see her at the office every day watering the plants and trees in the atrium and around the outside of the building, always keeping the place looking good. We had never talked with her other than greetings. Yesterday we learned something impressive about her.
This lady must be right at six feet tall, and she has kept herself in good shape. She is always cheerful and willing to help. Helping us move was a good example of her helping spirit. She isn't paid to do that kind of work, but she worked just as hard as those who were being paid to help. We learned that she is 74 years old, but she looks and moves like someone who is more than ten years younger. And I would be willing to bet that she isn't laid up today like I am.
At one point she moved the two color HP printers that we received for free when we bought a couple of computers. As she took them off the dolly a thought hit me. Would you have any use for one of these printers? I asked her. My grandbaby is in college and she could sure use one, she told me. Then it is yours, I said. One good deed deserves another. She was very grateful, and we have a new friend.
Monday they will finish cutting a big hole in the wall of the reception area. They will put in a floor to ceiling window that is about 7 feet wide. This will give Ping a view of the atrium from our offices. It will give everyone who comes in the building a view of a beautiful Chinese lady. The furniture that she selected for our reception area is already the talk of the building. With the window, everyone will be able to enjoy the view without coming into our offices. Which reminds me. We still need to hang things on the wall, and we will need some kind of drapes for the window. I hope I am up for this tomorrow.
what ?
you go from sleeping beauties/good report card to I'm on crutches.
Hope its not to serious & you are back on your feet soon.
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Thanks Harry. This is just from overtaxing the tendons in my foot. Our bodies are remarkable healers. I must have sweated a gallon last night and I am still walking gingerly with crutches this morning, but I feel 75% better than yesterday. If I keep the weight off my foot today I should be walking without crutches by tomorrow.
In the meantime, I think I will leave my sleeping beauties at home and go see how much work I can get done at the office.
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