Unearthing a life.....

Son Dave came Sunday afternoon to visit his poor ailing father. You can see above how serious we can be when we have to be. It's not everyday when a big, strong son shows up in a pickup truck. After giving him twenty minutes to 'settle in', he and I departed for Fred Meyer to pick up a set of deck furniture that Bookworm and I had spotted there on Saturday. And - lucky me - the price had dropped $70 overnight. Dave and I spent the afternoon on the deck, in the sporadic sunshine, happily doing 'some assembly required', chatting, and drinking Black Obsidian Stout. When we were done, the deck looked a little smaller than it had. Next I had him replace the two burned out light bulbs in the garage ... which I always did from my extension ladder .... but which Dave (at 6' - 3") easily did off my stepladder. This morning (day 2) he loaded all the packaging debris from the furniture, all the scrap wood from the deck project, and a few other junk items into his truck and we took a ride out to the dump (now called a Transfer Station). On the way home from there, we stopped at Home Depot and got six 18" square brick-like paving blocks to make a solid landing at the bottom of the deck's steps to the backyard grass. That was about maximal use of a son and his truck for a one-day visit.