So I came home for the week to help take care of my dad. Thankfully, he came out of surgery better than expected and back home as if nothing ever happened. I thought I’d be helping him in and out of bed, up and down the stairs…that sort of thing. Rather, I’ve been reminding a 70ish year old man that he’s not 25 anymore and helping with the daily duties around the old homestead.
For instance, we needed some firewood…
Mmm hmm…all.by.my.self. (I would feel guilty as I lay in bed at night saying my prayers if I didnt tell you that from the camera angle, it looks like that truck bed is full. It actually was not…it was only half full.)
So thank you for your prayers and well wishes. My family is breathing a little easier.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be in the tub soaking my sore arms…










