When he finally woke up, he said the fog had been so thick he got lost coming home.
It worries me.
He can’t see well, and that drive is so late at night and early in the morning.
And if he takes the river road, which he usually does, I’m always scared he’ll end up in the river.
After having a snack and watching some Facebook videos, it was 5:30 a.m. before he went to bed.
He didn’t wake until 11 a.m., so he missed the morning church service.
Other than picking up Badger’s prescription, it’s been a boring day.
Badger and I stayed in our rooms while Cowboy slept in his recliner.
He didn’t budge until it was time for evening service, and when he got home, he went straight back to that recliner.
Some days just go like that.
Badger’s got her books, her art supplies, and her TV, and she and the dogs even got outside for some throwing practice for a good long bit.
I’ve got my TV and my books.
We make do.
Heron made it to Colorado late Friday night.
With the time difference, he said he felt jet-lagged when he woke up Saturday morning.
And of course my little Dr. Dolittle sent me a picture of a cat first thing.
Heron could find an animal to cuddle if you dropped him down in Siberia.
He seems to be having fun.
He shares pictures and updates.
Earlier today he sent me a picture saying the dry air is causing him to have nosebleeds.
When he was a child, he had frequent nosebleeds and finally had to have a cauterization done.
I would guess he is probably freaking out a bit about that.
Tonight he sent me a text telling me he is camping at Cripple Creek, just in case a bear eats him.
He said it is colder there, and the air is thin so he can’t breathe well.
I am glad that he is having a good trip.
I always wanted to travel, but Cowboy has never wanted to leave Tennessee.
The man will not go more than twenty miles from home.
That is Sunday in a nutshell.
2 comments:
That is a long work day. I've done those days but I was in my 20s.
My exciting day was mowing the rest of the lawn, loading the dishwasher and trying to figure out what was laming one of the horses. Meds, stall rest and we'll see. He's old. Like me. A guy who loves animals sounds like a good guy to me. It sounds like he is enjoying himself, as long as the bears stay away. I hope your cousin recovers soon and stays out of the hospital.
Sandra: You’re right—those are some long shifts for my husband. He’s been working like that since he was 18, but it’s getting tougher now that he’s 65.
I hope your horse starts feeling better soon—stall rest and meds can really help.
Sounds like you had quite a day yourself with the mowing and everything else.
Mowing can be an adventure; my son once tumbled down a hill doing it.
He’s always loved animals—I used to poke his pants before washing, just in case a frog or lizard poked back.
He’s enjoying himself so far, just keeping an eye out for those bears!
Thank you for the kind wishes for my cousin—we’re hoping for a strong recovery after all the complications.
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