Kind of a good day hanging out with Little Buddy.
Didn't do much of anything.
No park or nothing.
I kind of kinked my back.
Getting up and down from the floor.
Getting Buddy up and down from the floor.
Buddy is a happy boy.
Even when he is not exuding happiness there is this sense of comfort and relaxation or maybe tranquility when he is around.
I settle right on down.
I ought to do blood pressure experiments of like Buddy here vs. not here.
Wife and I had this idea that we would sit with in the garage with the garage door open in folding chairs, Buddy in his transport chair. Kind of like sitting on a porch except we don't have a porch. Neighborhood doesn't really have porches.
But we are going to wait like that for his mom to come and get him.
So we sit comfortably like that. Wife reading a Kindle book. Buddy playing with a toy. Me I got guitar and am playing a tune from an old method book.
Buddy's mom pulls into the driveway.
Buddy's sister is there in the passenger side.
She gets out of that mini van her face beaming a big smile.
I think she liked the look of our garage band set up.
She is coming up on driving age or learners permit age.
So I see her with her mom increasingly.
I think there might be a deal in the works between those two.
... "if I get to drive, I could help out with taking Buddy to Grandpa Bob's..."
I don't know if they got that sort of deal making going on.
Intuitively I suspect it.
Exercise off day.
Buddy on day.
Depression off day.