Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Things To Do When Your Husband Is Driving You Nutz

Seriously...the guy is getting on my last nerve.  Can't say why, maybe it's the heat...but he's just hanging around the house being a pain.  Since his heart surgery he's not allowed to lift anything over 5 pounds...can't do certain movements...to top it off he has severe carpal tunnel in BOTH hands and he's having hand surgery tomorrow (thank goodness).  So the strongest man in my life, my helpmate, my doer of things is out of commission.  I couldn't take any more so the other day so I suggest the two of us take a short drive to the Gold Country (a favorite for both of us).  We drove up to Grass Valley, had a nice lunch of pasties, walked around town (not a lot...he get out of breath pretty fast), hopped back in the car and drove down to the longest existing covered bridge in the United States...Bridgeport.
I Did Not Take This Picture...Didn't Want To
Walk Down to The River!
This Man Reads Everything!
Closed For Repairs...The Bridge and The Man!
Looks OK To Me
Gotta' Check Out The Yuba River
Big Sluice
Ahhh...My Favorite: A Big RED Barn
From Bridgeport we headed back down to the Valley, while still in the foothills we took a quick side trip to another old Gold town SmartSville.  Notice that Capital S...yep...the town was named Smartsville during the gold rush, but when the post office was set up the S was accidentally dropped...the townspeople were ticked off..so they really make a point of adding the S.  Not much going on in SmartSville.
Catholic Church
Our nice drive ended with a bite to eat in Marysville (named after a surviving member of the Donner Party)...Always get a kick out of dining in Marysville!  Then the 45 minute drive home.  It was just the break in our routine we both needed.

7 comments:

Sue said...

LOL!!
The title caught my attention. Mine is "bored" lately--so he follows me around GIVING ADVICE ON HOW TO DO HOUSEWORK. Excuse me???
I love him dearly, but sometimes....

Mrs. Mac said...

Oh boy .. I almost choked on a piece of homemade bread when I read your title (LOL). Your little day trip turned out rather nice .. I LOVE the area you went to and have frequented it quite often as my folks live nearby. Better find some more stuff for him to do that is slow and easy.

denimflyz said...

It must be a case of man-itis. Mine is disabled in the back. Mine HAS driven me OVER the edge and I am just about ready to...(you fill in the blank).
Can't do any housework, or anything without them in your way. I am dreading my canning season with this one in the kitchen, there is generally war in the kitchen when I am working.
Any suggestions as to rid the men out of the house

Dirt Lover said...

Well, this is a nice turn after reading your post about him leaving in a helicopter that landed in your field next to the house. (At least, I want to think that was your post and not somebody else's.) Mine is sitting on the couch, staring at his lap for the last hour. So sad. Anyway, Bridgeport?? Did you go skinny dipping?? And Smartsville, where there is never anything going on! Glad you had a good time.
~~Lori

Lynda said...

Yes ladies...Big Bill is feeling better, but not "allowed" to do some of his favorite things: lift equipment and stress out...he loves to stress out and that's a big no-no. So he's in my back pocket making me stress out! Bill's a "glass half empty" kinda' guy and I'm a "glass is full and flowing over ain't life grand" kinda' gal...usually it works...not much lately! We're both working on the new normal.

becky3086 said...

When Phil was home a few weeks ago he wandered the first couple of days. I mentioned he should stop it and then he really got busy outside and hasn't stopped yet. I am taking advantage of it and mentioning things I want to get done :)

nutmeg gardener said...

Your post did make me chuckle! Husbands! They can drive you nuts, can't they? I like the picture of the man who reads everything. Mine too. My kids still talk about the torture of going through a museum with their dad because he had to read every single word on every single plaque.