We tried to sneak into the gym disguised as two people in perfect condition, thereby avoiding the need for staff assistance. Alas, our plan failed miserably. After thirty minutes on the upright torture bicycle, we were thrown to the ground and manipulated in such a manner as to come within 0.5 seconds of screaming in agony. Our physical therapists are masters and bringing us to the edge of pitifulness.
By 10:00 am, we had escaped using our newly developed ability to grin and bear the maltreatment. We often look at each other and say, “…and we are paying for this!”.
We changed plans this morning, we went directly home, and Mary began the process of deboxing the She Shed. She worked hard, and thanks to the TV on the patio, she was able to work all day long.
Mary fixed an excellent breakfast, which we devoured with breakneck speed! Now, it is time to work (and I thought we were retired).
The last episode of “Ginny & Georgia”
Summary: The series centers on Angsty and awkward fifteen-year-old Ginny Miller, who often feels more mature than her thirty-year-old mother, the irresistible and dynamic Georgia Miller. After years on the run, Georgia desperately wants to put down roots in picturesque New England and give her family something they’ve never had… an everyday life. But it’s not all carpool and Kombucha as Georgia’s past threatens her and her family’s new way of life… and Georgia will do anything to protect her family.
It was warm out, likely in the mid-80s, so I did odd tasks like moving filled boxes to their new homes, and I tried to clear the corn patch, but old age caught up with me. I am about ready to plant the new corn. I need to rake the area and determine where to put the eighteen corn plants.
Late in the afternoon, I surprised my bride by bringing her flowers and a drink. She took one look at me after watching all the handsome men on TV and was agast! What had she done?
I was in my gardening outfit!
I was equally surprised, as I had spent the last two days ordering items from Amazon. When the doorbell rang, I rushed to see which treasures they had delivered. One look and it’s “Oops Time”!
We had a quick bite to eat and then headed to Jeff’s house to visit and bring him information on a doctor. We sat with him for 45 minutes before returning home, where Scout questioned us. He asked, “How come you guys were gone for three days?” We told him it was only 45 minutes!
It was getting dark, meaning we could swim without wearing out our swimming uniforms. I am still conscious of the fact that my magnificent unclothed physique does scare the occasional birds that fly over the house. I also downed two drones, blinding their cameras with ease. I guess I do have talents after all!
Mary’s first in-water task is to catch bugs and occasional leaves that manage to hit the water’s surface. We get a couple of June bugs because they are attracted to the light. My looks repel most bugs. When I exit the pool in my “all together”, you can hear bugs drop to the ground, frozen in time, for one hundred square feet. I should get a tattoo that says, “Black Flag”.
Mary, the bug catcher!
We bought two new pool noodles, and Mary is breaking them in. It’s a battle of the wills, but Mary has the skills. They usually give up after ten minutes.
Pool noodles, those colorful foam tubes we associate with summer fun, have a surprisingly fascinating history and trivia surrounding them. They are often referred to as “water woggles” or “water logs” in different regions. While their primary use is for recreational swimming, they also have surprising applications in construction and even physiotherapy.
Pool noodles are believed to have originated in Ontario, Canada, in the early 1980s.
They can be vicious!
Mary does battle with a noodle!
Scout is supposed to love water, but he is a strange dog. The closest he gets to water is his water bowl!
Scout says, “No bath tonight, I’m going inside where it is safe!”
It was 9:30 pm when we departed from the fire and went inside. We went VFR to bed right after my breathing treatment. It has been a good day!
