A group of 4 male friends are on the premises enjoying a much needed getaway for 4-5 days. These guys are either related or have been friends for a very long time. I take advantage of the opportunity to run errands and grocery shop. When I return, I hear all the guys talking loud and laughing on the top deck. Although it rained in the night, today was another warm gift and the guys plan their activities for the day. The group helped Don with breakfast and morning medications.
I find Don sitting right in the middle of this group of men when I get the first load of groceries up 3 stories of stairs. You could say he was positively enjoying himself. Everyone but Don gets up from their seats on the deck and retrieves the remaining groceries in my car. Such thoughtful and respectful guys. Something Don also used to do, but no longer. Shortly thereafter, the 4 friends leave to embark on their plans for the day, visiting other cities, exploring caves, lighthouses, boardwalk hiking trails and searching out the best clam chowder, steamer clams and calamari.
At noon, I ask Don if I can make him a sandwich or some other lunch item. He refuses, stating he only wants a beer. I advise him he needs to eat before he starts drinking beer. He refuses any food and stubbornly sits out on the deck for the next few hours, soaking up the sun.
At around 3:00 pm I ask again if he wants something to eat, and he thinks waffles sound pretty good. He eats his waffles and shuffles through the kitchen to his room. He announces he’s going to take a nap. A few hours later, I found him naked in bed, snoring noisily. His discarded clothes lay on the bedroom floor.
Note to Self: Nothing like a rousing dose of testosterone to cause a guy to strip down naked and jump into bed in the middle of a warm afternoon.