I’ve been a little ditzy lately. Even ditzier than my usual.

My husband had surgery to replace his hip a few weeks ago and it’s proving to be a learning experience for us both. 

He is learning to walk again, God bless him, and to do things he used to do like putting on his socks and shoes and picking stuff up. But now he has to do them without bending over.

And I’ve been learning to do things he can’t do for himself -- like putting on his socks and shoes and picking stuff up. I also drive him to appointments and, at times, out of his mind.

It’s called marriage. We take turns taking care of each other. He took great care of me two years ago after I slipped on spilled coffee and broke my ankle. Now it’s my turn, and my pleasure, to take care of him.

At the same time, I’ve been hipdeep in efforts to get our house ready to sell. It’s a lot easier to type those words than say them. Somehow, saying “sell our house” out loud makes me sound like Daffy Duck.

Our plan is to list the house soon, sell it fast, and move 500 miles to be closer to our family. It’s a good plan, don’t you think? Assuming I survive it.

This morning, as I downed two Advil, wishing it were four, I said to my husband, “You know what I’ve just learned?”

He was doing exercises to loosen his new hip and gave me a look that seemed to say, “OK, this should be good.”

“I’ve learned it helps to swish pills in your mouth with water before you swallow them, and they’ll go down a lot easier.”

He nodded and said, “Hmm.” 

Whatever. It was just one of the things I’ve learned lately. Here are some of the others:

Hips heal, houses sell, all in due time. We take turns caring and being cared for. And we swish before we swallow. Life is good. And we are blessed.

Sharon Randall can be reached at P.O. Box 777394, Henderson NV 89077 or on her websit: www.sharonrandall.com.