October 9, 2006
A “connection” problem with the condom catheter caused Gary to have to have the LETA bus take him home instead of to the university after rehab. I suppose after we got his clothes changed I could’ve taken him to the university, but he didn’t ask, saying there wasn’t anything vital he had planned to do there, and I’m still not feeling good, so I didn’t volunteer to take him – actually, perhaps a measure of how not-with-it I was, it didn’t even occur to me to offer until too late in the afternoon.

He had another bit of a disappointment at rehab. He was doing a wheelie, and it suddenly became very easy. He thought he’d achieved the state of zen. He told the therapist it was so easy he felt like he could take a nap in that position. Evidently that made her suspicious. She looked down and realized she hadn’t locked his tip bar in the upward position, and it had slipped down and he was balancing on it. We had to give rueful laughs at that.

We discovered something is eating into the wood at the bottom of the columns on the back patio and leaving little piles of “sawdust.” The termite inspection guy is supposed to come soon, so we’ll ask him if he knows what it is.

Gary’s new pants-getting-on record is 6 ½ minutes.