needing a hand
Over the last six months my right hand has picked up immense stretches of slack and subbed for my left but try;putting in a window screen
extricating a stuck video tape
lifting a roast out of the oven
fastening small buttons
fastening hook and eyes
fastening delicate sandal buckles
using a paint palette
washing both sides of your face at the same time
use a knife and fork to eat english style
with just one hand. These are the things I have crashed and burned on in the last twelve hours. It is by no means a complete list and some things i just keep hoping 'well, i'll get it this time' and give it the old school try despite the last abysmal failure. Things change all the time and I am quite nifty with a screwdriver again.
The finger paints i bought to help me make circles are a horrible consistency and the colours are dull, which hasn't stopped me from exhausting my right arm - to the point I cannot move it much- making pages of dull coloured circles.
Anyway, there are enticing scents emanating from the kitchen and I think my left hand under the cutting board with my right hand holding and I will be able to transport the casserole dish to the counter if not the table. All it takes sometimes is a different perspective. Sometimes it takes an extra pair of hands.
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