October 3, 2006

Gary attempted -- and conquered -- the route he would have to take in order to get into the math building should the elevator not be working (he would have to go in the front, instead of the back). He said he must have looked like he was really struggling up a long incline, because there were two separate incidents of people asking him if he wanted help, including a man who jumped out of his truck and trotted over. Gary told them both thanks anyway, he was just getting exercise.

We continue to find our amusement anyway we can, including figuring out just what it is that Gary has caught between his feet or dropped into his lap. Tonight after helping him transfer into bed, I picked up a mystery item from his lap and said it must have been part of his (Mexican) dinner. He said that at least it wasn’t the whole enchilada.

Two little notes:

*Caller I.D. can be so much fun. I knew it was Gary calling me, so I answered the phone by saying, “I suppose you want something of me,” which made him laugh.

*I don’t think goosing a person is an intended use for a reacher.