Franklin, Cookies & Cold

This past week was tough. Franklin appears to approach his relationship with our heroine as a frenemy, constantly hanging around, being heavy and all high maintenance. His ridiculous size forced the Amazing One-Legged Girl and her Mysterious Bearded Companion to venture out to their local Salvation Army in search of over sized drawstring pants.

This was quite a feat, considering that prior to the shopping trip, our heroine was unable to wear pants at all. The logistics of shopping in an actual store, pants-less, so to speak, involves a wheelchair and a prayer (and some pj shorts). All this would have been totally acceptable had the Bayou City not been experiencing its version of Snow-pacolypse 2011.

Besides wearing pants, the best way to fight the cold is to bake. Cage or no cage those legs were going to help make cookies, and Betty Crocker would be their guide.

While the dangers of wet tile have already been mentioned. Other kitchen "difficulties" such as reaching up high for flour, or the shuffle, twist and stretch involved in a one-legged pivot for the brown sugar, have not been mentioned.

She approached her kitchen like a dangerous dance floor, ready to hop, skip and slide for the sake of a meal or a snack, always wary of the hard, cold (and at time treacherous) tile beneath her foot.

So far so good.

The Amazing One-Legged Girl survived her time in the kitchen and got to enjoy a few warm, fresh cookies before her Mysterious Bearded Companion devoured the entire plate in a fitful sugar binge.

Much has happened in the past week. Franklin has made the whole apartment shrink. What was once a cozy space is now just a small room for disaster. The 12 stairs to the front door have transformed into a mountain. Since Franklin will be around a while it may indeed be time to find a new dwelling. Perhaps something on the ground floor? With an open plan?

Tomorrow also marks a big change. Our heroine will return to her place of employment after more than 2 months away, starting back at just two days a week, until Franklin becomes more of friend than an enemy.

How will she manage away from the couch? Can she stay awake for a full 7 hour work day or has this ability been obliterated by weeks for 4pm naps? Will her job seem easier with pain medication?

Answers to all this and more to come.