The boxes have to come out. Middle Daughter carried and carried and carried —
. . . as did Certain Man!
He measures and figures and cuts and calculates. Yesterday I was watching him when he didn’t know I was looking, and I saw him smiling to himself. After the many burdens of this last year, I am so glad that he has a chance to work at something that he really loves.
The train wouldn’t run right, (***make that “at all”!) so Friend Gary, the faithful train mechanic, came down to check things out, fix the train and stayed to help a while.
The two of them are a team. I am grateful for the brother that Gary has been to Daniel.
And even though they are not done yet, the village is taking shape.
I’m doing really, really well. (But I am sure enough glad that the setting up of the village is Certain Man’s Department.) I am spending lots of time on my chair, lots of time doing rehab therapy, lots of time just chillin’ and thinkin’ and reading.
Oh, I did go Christmas shopping at Kohl’s yesterday — but it was through the internet, from my chair. Great buys, great discounts, free shipping. I was so delighted with being able to do that.
I am considering calling to see if they will take out my stitches sooner than Friday. They want to pull out when I bend my knee too far, and it hurts really, really much. I feel like they are hindering Rehab. We shall see.
Maybe my own Poissonal Noisse will help me?
What do you think, Beebs?