Ken ordered everything on Amazon. Every day, packages came to our door. He had been doing it for years, because I did not go to the grocery stores due to all the people and his Parkinson's made shopping difficult, he ordered everything on the internet. And it worked well. I would bring the packages into the house and put things away. All I needed to do was to tell Ken what we wanted.
During Covid of course, it worked like a charm and I continued Ken's system. But as my eyes deteriorated, ordering on line was difficult so every Sunday, when Christina would drive me home from brunch, she would order anything I wanted. So that worked well until now. Since I have come home from Nova Scotia, I have had trouble. I must use the walker and I am unable to pick up heavy boxes to bring them into the house. The small packages are fine but I can not use both arms to pick up a large box. So they sit on my front stoop.
Fortunately, I have a very nice across the street neighbor so when I have a box sitting outside, I text her. When she is home, she comes and picks up the box and brings it into the kitchen. It is a bit pathetic. But it is true. I need a helper to bring a box into the house. My neighbor Donna tells me that she is happy to help. I certainly am grateful for her help.
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