31st January 2019
Kelli left early to go to the hospital to take some of her mum’s personal things.
It was still too cold to work in the garage, so I dragged a dresser carcass into the living room to prime coat.
I was kept up to date on progress at the hospital which was slow, but positive.
My only connection with the outside was letting the dogs out, and this was enough. Digging for the tethers in the snow was a task, and thankfully they are always near the door, it is never fun if they are buried and at the bottom of the steps.
Just after six, Kelli burst through the door, her errand of mercy completed.
Now we have to endure the next phone call, or the next, or the next. This is the role children have to take on, being the guardian. Georgia is a tough old bird, she has her faith, and sheer bloody-mindedness, so the world had better look out.
Another Lifetime to go 