Sunday, June 8, 2025 – Day 299

Sunday, June 8, 2025

Good morning, world! I’m looking forward to whatever the day brings.

Yesterday was a fairly typical day… well, for the most part.

Since I’m no longer crawling under cars or fixing engines, it was finally time to clear out all the motor solvents from the garage. From here on out, any vehicle issues will go straight to a local mechanic. Honestly, the neighbors are probably relieved—no more jacked-up vehicles in the driveway dragging down the property values.

We’re creeping closer to the point where we really don’t need two cars. I rarely leave the house solo anymore, and it’s been weeks since the Yukon was driven. So why keep it? Well… it is Cindy’s favorite vehicle—at least it was until the air conditioning died. Maybe I should take it in. Right after we replace the battery, which was stone-cold dead when she tried to drive it yesterday. Time to call the neighborhood garage.

Later in the afternoon, Amazon Prime dropped off another Prey novel—#9, Secret Prey. I hobbled out to grab the package, sliced it open, grabbed a few Twizzlers and a glass of water, and headed to my reading/writing corner.

As I shuffled toward the swivel chair, disaster struck. I was in stocking feet, and the rug that used to sit under the glass table had been taken out to be cleaned—thanks to a coffee spill a couple of days ago. By me!! We didn’t realize how slippery that bare floor had become.

Well… I found out the hard way.

My foot slipped, I reached out to grab the swivel chair, which (very helpfully) spun away from me, and I started going down. At some point, the water glass smacked the glass table—cue the dramatic crash of glass on glass. The table didn’t stop me, and I landed on the floor with my back headed toward the fireplace hearth.

Once everything stopped moving, I did a quick assessment. Water everywhere. Twizzlers scattered like red confetti. The new Prey book had landed safely away from the mess. Whew! That was a relief. And the best news? No broken glass. I was bruised, but nothing felt seriously hurt—and I didn’t hit my head this time. Small victories.

So there I sat: soaked socks and shorts, bruised ego, sitting in a puddle of water thinking, Well, that’s fall #8 I have to report. Damn.

Cindy came running downstairs expecting blood, broken glass, and a trip to the ER. The relief on her face when she saw me sitting upright—no visible damage—was instant.

First things first: we cleaned up the water, peeled off the wet socks, and then tackled the next challenge—getting me off the floor. The swivel chairs were useless for leverage, but with Cindy’s help, I got up and relocated to a dry chair while she cleaned up the rest.

Despite the chaos, we still managed to make our evening plans. We were headed to Beth and Mike’s for some appetizers and drinks. After regrouping, we hopped in the car and drove the short distance to their house.

Mike was outside when we arrived and teased us—he thought we’d walk or wheelchair over since it’s only a quarter-mile away. We explained the earlier tumble, and he quickly shifted to full-support mode, helping me make my way to the back patio.

We stayed for a couple of hours, met some new people, and enjoyed a couple of very tasty vodka lemonades. It was a relaxing evening in their beautiful backyard. We brought Bear along, and he spent the whole time exploring every corner of the yard—sniffing everything, but staying far away from the pool. I think he’s still traumatized from that time I threw him in Fence Lake a few years ago. (Lesson learned: Bear is not a swimmer.)

Beth helped me back to the car when it was time to go. I’d rather be doing that part on my own, but my wobbling legs send a different message. I’m learning to accept the help more often these days—gratefully, and without argument. Most of the time, anyway.

Each day the walker is calling my name and it’s probably closer to being needed than I’ll admit. At some point I’ll have to concede.

Once we were home, I tried to read before bed, but just couldn’t get focused. I kept having to reread the previous pages and after on hour I had consumed all of 12 pages. It was time e to put the book away, grab some CBD mints, put on the respirator and call it a night. So I did…just after 7:00 pm.

I had a good night of sleep…8+ hours. I feel well rested, I’m not sore from yesterday, so let’s see what the day brings.

Today’s photo is of Coco. She has so many different faces. I’ve mentioned to the kids that they could do a book called, “The Many Faces of Coco.”

Have a great Sunday.

Love you guys!❤️