A guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do.
And, if a garbage sack will do, then a guy will do it.
This is Bill's new fashion statement for protecting the "post-surgery boot."
Photo by Debbie Love, who also happened to be his chauffeur that morning.
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Not all members of the family dig Bill's garbage-sack approach to fashion, but it keeps the boot dry.
Bill's had about enough of having to rely on other people to taxi him wherever he needs to go.
I never thought he'd get stir crazy, but I've detected a little of that this week.
Monday he should get the okay to drive and maybe wear something else on his foot.
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On the health front, nobody complained about my mouth guard last night cuz it's not quite as visible as Bill's protective devices.
I wore it and didn't even choke on it. That's what I thought surely would happen to me if I tried such a thing.
But, it stayed in place, and I guess I'll see if it does any good on curtailing my jaw clenching.
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On this third day from the end of January, it's fairly quiet around here except for the occasional barking-dog syndrome.
Annie hasn't let out any of her dementia barks, but Kea, of late, has had this thing about barks in the dark.
The minute she hears one, coming from a far-off neighbor dog, she's sure we have invaders.
So, she lets out several of her high-pitched "get-out-of-here" yips while racing around the outside perimeter of the house and jumping in the air.
That noise gets Kiwi, the coward, started. She's not going out there to check and see if the bogeyman is truly there, but she'll join in on the verbal protests.
By the time I get out the door to tell 'em to shut up, I can hear a complete neighborhood chorus going.
Bullet provides the rhythm cuz he barks all day and night if he's outside, same beat all the time.
It's almost early spring, I guess, and that's what dogs think they need to do, so we'll put up with it---to a point.
Fortunately, Border Collies don't like to get in trouble, so they usually shut down after a few "shut up's."
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I'm feeling pretty relaxed and relieved this morning. It's sort of a calm before the next storm.
I finished off two deadline stories this week.
Next week there's my presentation to the Friends of the Library, so that will be the next "must do by a deadline" project.
Seems like I'd get smart and quit all this stress-related stuff, but each assignment usually elicits much more ultimate satisfaction than stress.
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Not to be repetitive, but----
Why do I say that when I don't mean it?
Okay, to be repetitive, I'll repeat that Brandon Adam competing on ESPN tomorrow afternoon around 1 PST.
So far, he's still a go for the mono skiing event at the Winter X Games.
Pass the word.
And, do tell anyone---who wants to see a young Iraq War Army hero show even more courage and grit---that Brandon's performance should be worth watching.
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Well, the ZAGS have lost three in a row. When was the last time someone could say that?
We're not forsaking them, though, cuz we still think they're pretty entertaining.
It's just that the competition has caught up with them.
Tonight we'll all be getting together with my mother and sisters to watch the game.
All except Willie, that is.
He's headed off to Lewiston today where his team will be playing in a day-long series of games, pitting frosh, JV's, varsity teams for girls and boys.
After some adversity in December and early January, his team has won two straight.
He's pretty pleased with their progress.
So, I'll end by saying Go BRANDON, Go Bulldogs, Go Bulldogs!
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