Saturday night at the movies
It’s a chilly, wet Saturday. I caught up on 3 weeks’ worth of newspapers and Gilly lounged about, content to rest in his warm and humble abode.
Late this afternoon, he ventured out to purchase some steel rope with Yaron as chauffeur. Yes, our sweet Liylah girl is a menace; she escaped last night again by gnawing on her rope (a new, heavier gage than she chewed through last time). I was out combing the streets at 1:00 A.M. when she sauntered in through the front door where Gilly stood in wait, calling her name repeatedly. You’d think she’s desperate to leave us by the number vanishing acts she’s performed, but she always returns to where she is well loved and fed. One day we may not be so lucky, so we’re now armed with heavy metal.
Gilly called upstairs for Yaron’s help in clamping on the clip which attaches to Liylah’s collar because he can no longer grip tools nor manipulate them as he used to. I brought him a ball to squeeze to bring strength back to his grip. I’d say the ball is in his court literally at this point.
Gilly and Yaron are planning to sup together while I go to the movies with Marvin and Sharon. Gilly would not appreciate watching a movie at this point. We had tentatively planned to go out for dinner, but he said quite frankly he prefers to stay home. The weather is miserable, and he’s enjoying the company of his son. I suspect that Gilly is secretly pleased to see me go, and most assuredly relieved I’d even entertain the notion. We are gradually beginning to rise out of what seemed a gloomy, unfathomable hole.
I must correct an error; Auntie Ruth will be 83 this summer. Sorry for the mistake; my mom keeps me honest.
Late this afternoon, he ventured out to purchase some steel rope with Yaron as chauffeur. Yes, our sweet Liylah girl is a menace; she escaped last night again by gnawing on her rope (a new, heavier gage than she chewed through last time). I was out combing the streets at 1:00 A.M. when she sauntered in through the front door where Gilly stood in wait, calling her name repeatedly. You’d think she’s desperate to leave us by the number vanishing acts she’s performed, but she always returns to where she is well loved and fed. One day we may not be so lucky, so we’re now armed with heavy metal.
Gilly called upstairs for Yaron’s help in clamping on the clip which attaches to Liylah’s collar because he can no longer grip tools nor manipulate them as he used to. I brought him a ball to squeeze to bring strength back to his grip. I’d say the ball is in his court literally at this point.
Gilly and Yaron are planning to sup together while I go to the movies with Marvin and Sharon. Gilly would not appreciate watching a movie at this point. We had tentatively planned to go out for dinner, but he said quite frankly he prefers to stay home. The weather is miserable, and he’s enjoying the company of his son. I suspect that Gilly is secretly pleased to see me go, and most assuredly relieved I’d even entertain the notion. We are gradually beginning to rise out of what seemed a gloomy, unfathomable hole.
I must correct an error; Auntie Ruth will be 83 this summer. Sorry for the mistake; my mom keeps me honest.
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