Steroids, gotta watch’em

I live at the coast, I live on a bluff, just 4 houses south the land drops off to the Ocean.  The air is fresh and wonderful here!  It is also full of salt.  My new (2007) barbecue had shown signs for rust a couple of years back so my dad, with all good intentions, tried to remove it.  Well, the rust actually took over the barbecue instead of disappearing!  Poor Dad, he couldn’t get over that, the barbecue was completely wrecked although it still fired up.  Each time he comes to visit he feels he needs to work on that barbecue.  It’s hopeless but he goes out there and fusses around.  I had had it with that barbecue, had it!  I was also “HI” on steroids.  🙂

“That’s it, Dad I am done with that barbecue!”

“Well, what do you mean?  It’s a new barbecue.”

“Dad, it was new, it’s shot, we are going to buy a new one, right now, let’s go!”

“Where are you going, it’s the end of the season, where are you going to find a barbecue now?”

We get in the car and I drive straight to a little barbecue Shop not far from my house, we start at the “low-end” barbeques and end up at the “high-end” barbecue.  Remember I am a single woman living alone but I don’t remember that.  I buy the biggest barbecue they had.  Then I want it delivered.  No, they can’t do that.  Not possible.  They ask me if I have support people.  I just looked at them, lifted my Chemo hat to show “no hair” and said “This is it, he is 80 and I am on Chemo!”

After a lot of flurry in and out of the back room a deal was struck.  If I would pick up the barbecue on Thursday night, Chad would come over, bring it up the stairs and assemble it.  “Yes, I can do that!”

We returned home and Dad worked like a beaver to disassemble the old barbecue before the new one arrived.

I called Rochelle to see if Frank would help Dad haul the barbecue down the stairs and to the road.  Frank was shocked “Who let her out! She has cancer, what is she doing buying a barbecue in October!”  Yes, he would help the next time he was by.

The barbecue Shop called, it would take 10 days before the barbecue would be in stock; I would be off the “HI” of steroids.

Dad got the barbecue disassembled.  My girlfriends would drop by and mention that I had a lot of metal down by the basement suite.  I hadn’t noticed, I was in resting.

“Dad, the old barbecue, um, it should go out to the curb.”

“Yes, I working on taking it apart and I have it all down by the basement suite, nobody can see that from the street.”

“Dad, it needs to go out to the curb.  That way people can see it, to pick it up.”

“You can’t have that out there, this isn’t a Nuisance Ground Ruth, your neighbours will complain.”

“OK, Dad put it to the curb, we will go for coffee, and if it is not gone by the time we get back I buy dinner, if it is …”

The old barbecue was GONE.

I started to think about my purchase.  It has that nice, special searing grill on the side to sear the steak just right …

I have Breast Cancer, I am supposed to reduce the amount of Red Meat I eat, I live alone, what do I need a huge barbecue for?  My VISA is already busy with the Neupogen charges, it doesn’t need a barbecue too.  I don’t need a huge barbecue; I don’t even need a barbecue!  My mind begins to chatter …

I have a lovely barbecue and once in a while I grill a few peppers!  🙂

Steroids … I gotta watch’em.

In everything give thanks!