Last Saturday I did some compassionate service with a friend, we went to an estate sale in Union to purchase fabric for $2.00 a pound. I came home with a few bags of good quality fabric for baby blankets, and lap quilts for dialysis and maybe something for me.
Meanwhile Bruce was in the garden picking the raspberries. One of his wheels went off the bricks and he was stuck, apparently he was there for 2 hours. Andrew was still in bed, remember he doesn't get up until the crack of noon and I left before I could ask Duncan to keep an eye on Bruce.
Bruce had his hat on so he wasn't sunburned. He said he practiced whistling for a while. He tried yelling for the neighbors and they couldn't hear him, not enough lung power. He tired rocking back and forth to get out like you downed you are stuck in the snow, that didn't work. He finally sees a neighbor across the alley yells, "howdy neighbor". He tells him he is stuck and he meets Peter. Peter tries to get him out and ends up knocking on the door for Duncan, they can't get him out and they wake Andrew. The three can't get him out. (should we write a song about a little old man that was swallowed by the mud?) peter shad he can winch him out. Duncan suggests they move some of the bricks and .bruce is able to get out.
So next Bruce decides to work in the shop. He goes to open the back door and his feet plates ram the door and breaks off the lock. (he has the chair on rabbit not turtle.)
Next he is backing up in the garage and his back wheels snag the underside of the front bumper of the Hyundai which is plastic and he removes that from the car. He and Andrew fix it before I return.
See, I can't leave him, he gets into trouble.
Just one of those days.
He said he learned his lesson and will take his cell phone with him. I will have to carry mine with me. It is not a habit I am used to doing.
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