After the usual morning routine of dishes, etc. I settled in as the person-who-keeps-an-eye-on-Granddady. The reason someone has to be at least semi-vigilant is that he goes to get up and he might fall if someone's not there to help him. So, while he slept and twitched, I watched the last half of a Perry Mason episode. Shortly after Ironside came on, Savannah woke him up and did therapy with him. She really is the best with him. Regardless of the fact that he was nearly asleep the whole time, he did alright. I sat there, tossing a ball from one hand to the other or just straight in the air with either hand and catching it in the same hand (I guess I can catch okay with my left hand like that), and "dodging" Savannah to see the television. I enjoy Ironside so when she'd step into my line of sight I'd lean one way or the other.
I didn't do much else this morning beside stashing a box of Christmas bows under the Victrola in my room. I was going to put them under the bed, but they didn't fit, so I stacked the boot box (reenacting boots) that I had under there on top of the box holding
my new boots and stuffed the bow box down there.
Before lunch and for a while after lunch, I scribbled. There are three things I'm trying to get back into--my Latin, writing a little bit every day on one of my stories (I didn't ever really have a habit of that), and my music. Of course, I washed dishes again.
Daddy and I went out this afternoon and split some wood. He ran the splitter and I loaded the back of the go-buggy with wood and carted it off like that (then unloaded it, of course). We did four loads. The first two got dumped in the basement and the other two I stacked under the lean-to on the old garage. Daddy hurt his back when he went to unhook the splitter from the go-buggy when we were done and so I put it away (with some help from Daddy--I'm not sure I could have gotten the 'oomph' to get it rolling in the mud without him). He was going to help unload the wood but decided he'd better not with his back hurting. We got a little wet with some sleety rain. That stuff stings when it hits your face. The slush has quit now, but the wind is blowing harder.
When we came in, I slogged my way through a Latin sentence (I had a couple of breaks--one of which was to help Granddaddy onto the potty) and now I'm writing this...
I need to change the cat-box in my room, so I reckon I'd better skedaddle and do that. I meant to do it yesterday...
Over and out (for now)!