Today I go to pick up the family at the airport before noon. They have been visiting my oldest son in Virginia since last Wednesday. Not exactly a larkish vacation in the middle of the school year, they went there to be with him while he had surgery on Thursday. The trip caught me at a time when I am simply not well enough to travel, even by airplane. My arthritic back problem doesn’t allow for long periods of sitting. So I got to stay at home and take care of the dog and do what housework I could… You know, the stuff dads are expected to do when they get left out of a family vacation… again. So, I washed some dishes… but not all of them. I laundered some bedding… but only my own. I cut some grass… but only the tall stuff behind the house. I did enough work that the boss shouldn’t be too mad at me when she returns home. I did get her car’s oil changed, though I don’t do that myself any more.
But while the cat’s away…
It’s not what you are thinking…
And why are you thinking THAT?
I broke out the paints and HO Model train stuff that needed painting, updating, and repair.
Fun for me may be defined differently than it is for you.
I put snow on buildings with white puff paint where there was never snow before.
A real whee of a time, I know. But it’s not like I could go out dancing… or singing in the rain. My life and my jollies are a bit slower and more sedate than they used to be.
I also wrote a bit more of my werewolf novel re-write. And soon I must go to the airport, so enough of fast and silly Paffooney-making for me.
(**Note** Paffooney is artwork made by my hand and connected to writing. It’s not what you were thinking. And why were you thinking THAT?)