Miniature Snowballs
Beginning early this morning we have had miniature snowballs in the guise of ice crystals falling. Each unto its own is a perfect little ball. We did get an alert from the sheriff’s office via emails that we may be in for quite a bit of snow. I wouldn’t mind if the crystals were all we got.
This morning I had PT, and driving out to the hospital, this may be the beginning of clearing off windshields for some time to come. Progress report: the right hamstring from my right thigh to the right knee is remarkably improved. Today, the lower back was tackled. It felt as if there were a golf ball that was being rolled over a tight rope. It actually made the tail-bone twinge. Please, oh please Lord, may this hurt enough that in the future, I think twice about what I will tackle using the ole body.
A while back in a factious remark, Dennis had said, “You are just like your Dad!” Dang, he was right. Dad never backed down from a physical challenge. If he saw it . . . he was on it. What Dennis had referred to was my remark that had been one of Dad’s . . . “You never have time to do it right, but you always have time to do it over.” So . . . not only am I working on stepping back from physical challenges that I will pay for in the future with pain, I am also working on stepping back from making comments that need not be said. Whew! I think the latter will be the most challenging.
As Dennis and Dwayne are working on the Cub tractor in the garage, I made a coffee and cookie run this morning for them to the patio porch. It is shirt-sleeve warm in the garage. The noon menu was egg salad sandwiches, pickles, chips and coffee. Dessert was a Three Musketeer candy bar. The preferred ambiance for lunches is the round table in the patio porch while watching the Rural Farm television channel. The electrical harness install is meticulous and tedious work. There is no Jerry-Rigging going on. Dwayne is a true blue International mechanic. It is the correct way or no way. It is a bit unsettling for Dennis as he is a “hurry up and getter done” fellow. Yes . . . Dennis would have been doing the Jerry-Rigging.
As I look out I thought I would check. It is 28 degrees, feels like 16 degrees with a wind from the north at 15 mph. Hmm. The little miniature snowballs have to turned to wet snow. We may get an accumulation. But come on . . . wasn’t it great to not have the furnace running for several days last week. Reality always can be counted on to bite in the butt.