Mama and Savannah left after lunch for an overnight trip. They will be seeing Savannah's new Lyme doctor tomorrow morning. Anyway, that leaves me in charge of the food for this evening through tomorrow. (Well, I made lunch too, so I guess I kind of had food duty all day today. ;})
To continue, Daddy, Katherine, and I spent the afternoon getting wood stacked in the basement. Both Daddy and Katherine were pitching it down the chute and I was collecting and stacking as fast as my short legs could carry me. (I was also trying to make neat piles since they are safer--or so I think.)
After the first two boxes of wood (this are huge boxes, you could fit ten of me in them I think), they came down and helped with the stacking.
Then, the next two boxes came down and I stacked until they were done pitching down the chute, then I closed the window into the basement, still leaving quite a pile in the coal room (Daddy had told me to). Somewhere in this time, I heard over the baby moniter, aka "The Teather" something that sound like someone falling up-stairs. Sure enough, Granddaddy had fallen out of his wheelchair. I don't know how really and I haven't asked yet.
Minutes later, I heard, "Help me! Help me!" Well, I reported through the open window that "Granddaddy is hollering for help" and went right on stacking wood. Granddaddy continued to yell until Daddy got in. I have no idea what it was he needed that time, but Daddy took care of him.
If this all sounds sufficiently boring, I'm sorry. However, I have no more time to tell tales or make apologies...the kitchen calls! (And you can bet--literly--that by 5:30 [it's roughly 5 o'clock] Granddaddy will have started the ol' back and forth routine from TV room/bedroom to dining room and back again routine.)
Bye for now! I hope I don't under or over cook the fish cakes... ;)