i’ll write one entry anyway.
last week the old bugger called and asked if i’d fetch some more firewood, i’d already filled the wood box inside the previous sunday. and stacked it to overflowing, too. it was cold last week. he sounded awful, he has another cold. hopefully that doesn’t turn into pneumonia like the last time. he sounded a bit better this morning when he called to say he was warm. i set the automatic timer on his heat pump/air conditioner yesterday so it would turn itself on and the living room would be warm when he gets out of bed in the morning. to make sure i had the timer function figured out i set it up yesterday then went and mowed his lawns. about halfway through that and turning a corner i find him out on the back porch dancing a thumbs up jig. so i think he’s pretty stoked about that. when i went to refill the wood box the other day he was sitting in his arm chair with a blanket over his legs and i was teasing him by calling him nana, the blanket was put away the next time i visited. so, yeah. mental note: don’t call him an old nana.
jimmy was here on saturday night, him and a mate were planning on going up to the lakes on sunday to fish the canals. there’s a bunch of hydro-electric canals between lakes and they have salmon farms on them. the salmon escape the farms and etc etc. you can fish there year-round. i didn’t go, i have an infusion tomorrow, it’s been snowing up there and i’m sore enough without that. apparently out of the two hundred or so people lining that stretch of canal and fishing on sunday morning there was one little salmon caught. the salmon are doomed, here. don’t let me get a license next season.
anyway. jimmy visited saturday evening and left early, i figured it was to go to bed early since they’d be up early in the morning for the two hour drive up to the lakes to get there before sunrise. but nope, that would be entirely too sensible. somewhere between 7pm and 10pm jimmy got himself stumbling drunk and decided to do doughnuts on someone’s lawn. someone who, last summer, had complained about kids on motorbikes. jimmy must’ve been stewing on this a while and decided to make a point. long story short, alcohol and vehicles don’t mix and jimmy rolled the side by side atv, injuring his hand in the process. i was in bed reading when i hear the side-by-side out the front so i get up and find him clutching his hand. aahhhh. ohhh. ahhh. ow. gave him some pain pills. i offered to take him into town to go to hospital but he was more concerned that i didn’t tell his wife about his drunkenly crashing the atv.
he was fine the next day. and everyone’s talking about some idiot hooning around the place the previous night. oh yeah, i heard that. jimmy, did you hear that last night? must’ve been some real fucking idiot, right jimmy?
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