An Ari-ism: The Home Doldrums

Being on crutches is akin to being at home when the power is out…you keep thinking of all the awesome things you could be doing-microwaving a peep, flushing the toilet, catching up on 8 hours of DVR’d “Barefoot Contessa”-but you can’t because the power’s out.  While on crutches I fantasized about long runs, going to the grocery store and navigating the aisles with ease, and in general, just leaving the apartment.

Instead, I laid on my bed, my couch, or my floor with only Ari for company. 

During the first few days of my confinement Ari clearly thought I was cramping his style and was realizing all the awesome things he could be doing…if only I wasn’t there to stop him…

Like:

Having “personal time” with his beloved’s delicates:

Eating an entire bag of cat food:

Dressing up in provocative costumes (or this may be what happens when your owner can't leave the house):

After a long period of confinement though your desire to do anything fun is replaced by the overwhelming need to do nothing except watch the bubbles go by and smother those who are accessible.

And then,once the bubbles and company is gone, you are left to yourself staring into space to consider your own mortality.

Needless to say Ari and I are glad I finally got the blessing to lose the crutches…and we can both go back to our usual activities.