A fine day’s work - In the name of Thiago - Day 155
I finished my latest
read ‘The Bone Collector’ by Jeffery Deaver last night. Having been prompted in
the first instance to read the book by a vague recollection of the film
starring Denzel Washington many moons ago, I decided to watch the film again this
morning. It was shit.
Despite the fact that
at 11am it was starting to smash it down, Angelica was not about to renege on a
promise that she made to the old man earlier in the week that she would come
back later in the week to finish off a job that’d started but not been able to
finish. When she has an idea in her head, it’s simply impossible to shift it.
So off we all went in the pouring rain.
After a bit of a
chinwag with the old man, just enough to establish that he hasn’t got too much to
whinge about, though he did of course have a tremendous stab at it, I joined
Angelica in the yard to begin my weeding and bush pruning duties. Dad’s backyard
looks more than simply respectable now, he was even a little bit grateful you
know. Wonders truly never do cease. And it did actually stop raining.
We had lunch for the
first time at his place today. It’s a bit tricky as there are only two places
where you can sit to eat, so Angelica and Elisa made a good fist of lunching while
perched on the window sill in the front room. Dad and I made a tremendous
effort to be civil towards each other for the entire duration of the meal.
It’s strange at times:
the harder I tell myself to just let all the things that Dad does that wind me
up to wash over me, the more likely I am to want to have an ‘open and honest exchange
of views’. Let’s just say that he really has a knack.
I was also trying to find
ways where Dad would be able to connect with Elisa this afternoon. The fact that
they do now have something of a relationship is more down to her, though Dad
does find her amusing. Dad used to build model planes, and maybe he still will.
I told Elisa about this last night knowing that the last time I was in Dad’s
garage, one of his models was within arm’s reach. She seemed really interested
and wanted to know more.
He got a bit cross
when I suggested he find his models today, as he’s since moved everything round
and they are well and truly buried. It’s frustrating. Elisa will soon be an age
where any interaction with her Grandad is likely to be a thing of the past. Unless,
unless they can find something to bond over. It could still happen, but time is
not on his side. The thing is though, he doesn’t seem all that bothered. Ah
well, whatever will be will be, and all that.
Elisa was really well
behaved at my Dad’s place. She does make me proud. I know that a lot of kids her
age would kick up a stink about there being no WiFi. Yes, she was on her phone
a lot of the time listening to music and playing Pacman but she was very polite
and perfectly happy to explain at some length the plot of a book she had
recently read to the old man. ‘You have an incredible attention to detail Elisa’,
Dad commented!
We left at about three
o’clock because I wanted to beat the weather and get out in our garden as well,
as there were two trees I needed to take down. That slightly disappointing
little pile below is all that remains of my labours and will be delivered to
Dad soon, to add to his supply for his new wood burner.
Much more weather like
this – squally showers would be about right to describe the weather in the part
of the north where I am – and that wood burner will be getting put to use this
summer.
I’m feeling fitter
than I was and glad I got outside even if I eased off the walking this weekend.
I’m confident I did the right thing, thanks to the very sensible advice that
Angelica gave me. The RICE principle – Rest, Ice Compress, Elevate – has done
its work and I reckon I’ll be back on it next week and maybe even the tennis
court too.
In the meantime, I’m
simply going to ask you to consider making a donation if you haven’t done so
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