Day 820 Cold shoulder

6th November 2019

Snow was falling as my eyes flickered open, not heavy, but leaving a dusting of white on the newly fallen leaves.

I continued my work in the garage. The insulated walls and ceiling was a vast improvement over the last place where even my breath froze.

Kelli had to go to Saugatuck leaving me alone to amuse myself. I had the second shed door to work on so I was set.

Later I walked up the Dave and Georgia’s house. This was the first time I had visited them since I arrived. They were having their continued health issues, which had caused concerns for Kelli, as their frequent requests/demands conflicted with the difficult situation I had put on her shoulders.

It was a awkward visit, they were a bit frosty to me, the house that once rang with laughter and fun, now had none.

Dave has given up hope, and refuses to seek medical help with his legs, and it is only a matter of time before his whole body is poisoned.

Both Kelli and I have talked at great length about the situation, but we are unable to determine the best way forward. I believe in speaking my mind, but Kelli’s family culture does not include talking openly about personal matters. Which means there is no way of expressing the frustration at Dave for not wanting help for his condition, and also Georgia‘s irregular heartbeat.

There has to be an end to this impasse, but like the weather it’s going to get icy.

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Author: peterb51

I am a practical person, I love making things, and especially working with wood. I appreciate good design, music and food.

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