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Ryann and Patten came up Saturday installed the grab rails in our shower and next to the toilets. He had ordered them using my Amazon account, then switched out the screws for marine grade. I had used my measuring app to send pictures (yes, I’m proud I could do that.) I was nervous about their drilling in our glass shows tiles, but that was the easy part. Of course there weren’t studs where we needed them. Patten drilled a series of small holes from the bedroom side until he found one useable stud. Then he cut holes in the drywall so he could insert 2x4s where he needed to attach the grab bar. Always something. Patten also ordered a shower mat that I returned. Too big and heavy for us. I’ll get a smaller one this week. Lastly, he bought nonslip matting for under what he calls the murder rug, my Persian that I found at Naples beach after Hurricane Donna in 1960. It probably is why Grant fell since it was really slippery. I moved it to the guest bedroom. Closing the barn door after the h...

I am fairly worn, and it’s only been 3 days of minion duty. In addition to my usual household duties, I’ve cooked, loaded and offloaded dishwasher, changed the sheets, done the laundry, cleaned the kitty litter, and put the garbage out. First time in years. I’ve also helped Grant with compression socks (my sitting on floor to do so), changed his clothes, climbed over the couch to set up heating pad, etc. No complaints, glad to be able to do all this. Just more than I’m used to. He can hobble with the walker from bedroom to living room to office. Fortunately, March Madness has started, with UF ranked #1. Much, much basketball to keep him occupied. On the upside, since I’m not going anywhere, I have worked hard in the yard. I moved the 2 small pines,  perhaps long leaf ( Pinus palustris ?), that volunteered to grow exactly under the power lines in our central front bed. After reading about how to dig them up and hoping they hadn’t developed a long taproot, I dug around their trunks a...

My second day of not getting up until after 7:30 in the morning. Gracie does not approve, and lets me know by touching her wet nose to mine.  Thursday afternoon, Grant fell in the office. He had been playing his “stupid computer game”, and his butt went to sleep. Sitting there too long, much? Evidently, when he stood up, his right leg was okay, his left leg gave out, and down he went. Hard fall. I heard the commotion, ran in and found him lying on the floor in agony. At first, we thought the pain was from his hitting the wooden trunk we use as a coffee table, but since there’s no bruise, we’ve ruled that out.  After lying there for 15 minutes or so, with Gracie weaving over and around his body (Sizing him up to eat? Cats are so food forward.), Grant was able to pull himself up, using my old walker for support. Thank goodness Denny has been making him do counter push-always to keep his upper body strong. Perhaps my procrastination also gets a plug, since earlier in the week I’d...

Thursday, March 6:  Another boat ride on the Rio Frio, this time heading upstream. We left before breakfast was served, only coffee ready, so they bagged up bananas and ham sandwiches made with really good bread. Even more caimen this morning including a couple of dead bodies which Jorge said were probably killed in fighting for territory. This trip we saw egrets, several green ibis, (which I’d never heard of), black-necked stilts, whistling ducks, and kingfishers (Amazon, American Pigmy, Green, Ringed, and Green-and-rufous). A black-collared hawk flew over. The goal was sungrebes. We found a female and a male carrying a baby. I didn’t even notice the caiman on shore as I watched the little sungrebe swim against the swift river current. Heading back back to the dock, one more female sungrebe. A bumpy ride back out to the highway, looking for jabiru with no luck. Eventually, we reached the better paved road, and began wending our way out. Lunch, casado,...

Our flight from Orlando on Saturday, March 1 , was delayed over an hour, 10 minutes at a time. I was crossing my fingers that there any FAA employees left after the DoGE bros continue in their misguided run through the federal government. Perhaps the airlines laid off too many pilots. TSA was easy-ish because a nice young woman took us around to the front of the line, we assume because we looked/are old. Then we tried to follow the instructions of a masked agent who continued to speak very quietly, even after I twice said we were hard of hearing. I guess better than the ones that bark orders. On the bright side, we had plenty of time to enjoy lunch at the Sunshine Dinner in Terminal C. Easy flight, and when we got to immigration in San Jose, another nice young lady took us to another head-of-the-line. We must be looking pretty bad. Met up with Kathy and Lee, and after a slow drive to the city, delayed by accidents and a stop at a Fresh Market for tourist-level spending on beer and mixe...