After being stuck in the house since Jan. 9, Del was finally able to get our cars out of the driveway on the afternoon of the 17th. It was not an easy task, because our attempt to get out to the dentist on Sat. had left one car only inches from the deep ditch which directs water from the hill into the lake instead of over our yard and touching the other car -only a tiny scratch. If you look at our driveway and what we have to do to get into, and out of, our garage, you will have no trouble believing me when I say we bought the view and the house came with it, or understanding why we park in the driveway. We love the house, but it does have its quirks. More on that later.
Those of you who know Del at all know that being unable to run free is very difficult for him. We are very different in that respect. If I want to know if a store has a doflicky, I call and ask. He goes to the store to check. The only other times he has ever been cooped up this long have involved surgery and the good drugs, so he was beginning to get that look in his eyes. When he discovered that our milk had turned, he had to find a way to get out of here. Once I realized he was going to break out, I did ask him to bring take-out, however. I can’t think when I’ve cooked for 8 days straight. Del is always willing to take his turn with cooking, but his primary cooking tools are the phone and the car, so he was at a disadvantage this week.
Sunday is the big day, so the next few days will be something else. We will make it, we will make it, we will make it.
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