For getting only 2,000 – 3,000 steps yesterday we were both tired. I slept in a bit this morning, but Carl was up early. He was listening to KEXP radio and heard a song that struck a chord with him.
Harbour by Beverly Glenn-Copeland
The refrain lyrics include
You’re my harbour, my rainbow
My promise of tomorrow
And my heartaches when your tears flow
But then spring breaks and that’s all I know
After the stress of yesterday Carl was feeling perhaps a little sentimental. My last name loosely translates to Rainbow and the idea of a safe harbour resonated. Enough so that he looked up the song so I could hear it myself. It’s not Valentines Day, but I’ll take it.
Recovery is going well. We took a walk to the post office and then went grocery shopping. I’m pretty sure me “helping” with grocery shopping over the next month is going to drive Carl crazy. My help today included the blueberries spilling into the bag. In my defense he said there’s usually a piece of tape holding the plastic tub top in place.
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February 12, 2026 at 6:23 pm |
Those are wonderful lyrics for any day! I wish John were a little more sentimental, but I’ll take him as is. My husband hated the way I grocery shopped (stuck to the list too much–he was random) and I hated the way he mowed the lawn with no lines or order. So, we swapped those jobs!
February 12, 2026 at 6:36 pm |
I think assigning jobs based on who does it best or enjoys it more is the way to go. A shelf stocker got a kick out of me telling Carl to stop reaching up for an 8-pack of LaCroix – too high and too heavy. And as we shopped our list he would add things he knew we needed. I was not aware of our current stores at home.