22nd July 2018
As always this is supposed to be a rest day, but inevitably there are always things that I’m behind on. I made the mistake of sanding the top of the heavy bench, so I had to finish it. There was also the sanding of the sofa table so that it is ready for sanding.
We went up the Kelli’s parents for dessert, and to cut some wood pieces.
There was concerns about Dave’s health, he recently has gone down hill recently. An indication of this is we’ve only been out for breakfast once this trip. This is usually our escape, and the opportunity to “chew the fat” and put the world to right.
He has a stubborn streak, and has refused to visit a doctor to treat his bad legs. Everyday he has to bind them with dressings, and there is concern that he might loose them. I believe he is frightened, he chooses to ignore the problems, hoping it will heal itself. He is much weaker, his voice is thin, and it looks like he has given up.
When he does move, it is with sticks or a frame. The family are angry with him for not caring about himself, and it effects everyone. In a couple of months he has to take Kelli down the path at our wedding, by then, I don’t know if he will have the strength.
This put a downer to the day, it is frustrating being unable to get into a person’s head and help them want to help themselves.
Before we left, I needed to investigate the construction of the roof above the kitchen.
This meant that I needed a ladder, luckily Dave had a collection of step-ladders handing on the wall. Getting to them was a task in itself. First the car had to be moved, then the rubbish bin, followed by a small trailer. Finally once the wheelbarrow was repositioned, I could unhook the largest step-ladder. Then lift it over a petrol can, and past the items we had previously moved. Once cleared of all the obstacles, I was able to climb up to check what was up there. It was not easy because of how the garage was built on the the kitchen. I took some measurements, and preceded to put the step-ladder back. It took the assistance of both Kelli and Greer to guide me back, knocking over a stack of cardboard boxes in the process.
There was a medical emergency in our place when Kelli cut her thumb on a piece of broken ceramic. From the initial moment I expected blood spurting everywhere, but no, it was a mere scratch. Of course,there’s a list of things she would not be able to do with a damaged thumb. The main one being, washing her hair, others would include not being able to use the cooker, and opening a bottle of wine.
Another Lifetime to go 