From the VA hospital we went to Bob Evan's for an early lunch. It was Grandpa's breakfast too, so I suppose I could call it brunch. Once done there, we zipped off for another doctor appointment in another town an hour away. I had a little trouble manuvering Grandpa's chair in the tighter confines of that office. I'm very clearly out of practice...
We got home and I promptly changed into my dirty jeans from yesterday and returned myself to working on the lawn mower. The good news is that I finally got both of the drive belts off and have the new long one on. The bad news is I didn't get finished with the reassembly. I had a little too much "help" and was nearly ready to bust. Grandpa had come out to supervise (I started growling when I heard that because I knew he'd try to tell me what to do--which would have been fine if I didn't already know what I was doing). Then at some point the neighbor dropped by. Finally, Mom told me to knock off for the day before I really lost my temper. I'm afraid I'd already snapped at a couple of people. It didn't help that I got so much dirt in my eyes that I couldn't see and I also had a really bad coughing spell at one point (that hurt!)
Anyway...hopefully, I can get out there and finish the job tomorrow. Maybe it won't rain like it was forecasted to. My throat is sore from the strain on it and I have bruises from my elbows down on both arms (those kind you can't see), as well as a large one on my right shoulder blade area. I always knew why mechanics had muscular forearms, but I never considered the amount of bruising they must get in an average days work.
Hmm, I wonder what's for supper??