I Run This Joint

One of the oddest dynamics of Rita being bedridden after her ankle surgery is that she spends her entire day (and night) in the pullout couch in the living room.  And even though she isn’t much of a TV watcher, she is pointed at the TV with only a very limited line of sight to the rest of the room (forget the rest of the house).  Given my housekeeping abilities, thank god she can’t see behind her!  And specifically, that her peripheral vision does not extend to the dishes in the sink.  Or that maybe didn't even make it to the sink yet.    

I think there are a number of unwanted surprises awaiting Rita once she's mobile again:

• I keep taking glass and cardboard to the garage in the hopes it will recycle itself.  Rita is going to be so surprised to find out we’ve become hoarders.  I keep thinking the garage will hold the moltings of just one more week of Amazon deliveries, but I’m not sure that’s a reasonable expectation of our garage (or our credit card). No wonder the neighbors keep bringing us food.  Every time our garage door opens, they get a glimpse of our trash and assume we are down to the non-perishable/cardboard section of our doomsday pantry. 
• I am hoping trips to the basement are at least a few weeks off for Rita so I have time to resuscitate the houseplant she's been nurturing the last three decades.  it is hard not to look at the burgeoning number of dead leaves without thinking about my own fate once Rita can do stairs.   
• Rita is going to be VERY surprised by the number of places (other than the drawers they belong in) where you can stack clean laundry.  [You see…after some excellent detective work, I discovered the hidden washer and dryer.  And here I thought that room was a linen closet all this time.]
• Given the limits to her mobility – I could have a meth lab in the basement and Rita would never know it (which could explain the houseplant). And by "meth lab", I mean new puppy.  [I think Rita would rather have the meth lab.]

Rita is going to be getting her cast off and I am going to be racing around the house trying to hide the evidence that my home economics are decidedly libertarian.