It makes me sad but I have to return the three marvelous, helpful tools borrowed from the library last week.
We used all of them: the Philips lint remover, FLIR thermal camera and Cuisinart waffle maker. They all worked well and I was sorry to pack them up to go back to the library.
We changed the sheets. With the help of the FLIR, I plugged gaps (weather stripped) a portion of the window facing the stairs in Ron’s room.
It’s warm today, same as yesterday. It was pure pleasure to be outside yesterday. I cut down most of the big decorative grass in front of the house. Probably should dig up at least half of it, it’s overgrown and gets unsightly.
This afternoon I talked Ron into going outside to cut down another big grass, one by the driveway. He was weird and disoriented; I had to tell him several times which grass I wanted to cut.
We met one of our new neighbors, seems a nice person. Brian stopped by to say hello.
Ron was cool and distant as we watched tv last evening. Mumbled something about not achieving his potential. I told him with his history, survival alone should be enough to make him proud of himself, but that didn’t sink in.
Yesterday Ron was still not feeling well and spent the afternoon watching football. I’ve been following Landman on ParamountPlus. The romance between the son and the young widow makes me furious. I figured the scriptwriter must be a middle aged man and bingo: Taylor Sheridan is 54 years old.
The news is full of Jimmy Carter stories following his passing yesterday. George Will is sour, the rest are gushing. I heard Carter speak once and something he said stuck with me. I thought he made some bad mistakes, like the 1980 Moscow Olympics boycott, but was underrated otherwise.