Kevin and Greg installed flooring in one of our 6 bedrooms last weekend. That bedroom has been in disarray for 2 years while repairs were being made after a window leaked. In the past few days, I’ve been cleaning up the construction zone in my house that expanded to the entire second floor. Little by little, I’ve managed to clear a path to all 3 bedrooms on that floor. While I am in and out of the house, up and down too many stairs, and eliminating garbage, Don decides to escape the safety of the house. He leaves his tropical island weather of a bedroom to enter the near freezing conditions outside. I catch him on the front porch in trout-decorated flannel pajamas and no coat.
Kristy: Get you and your trout back in the house. It’s way too cold out there.
Don: No.
Kristy: Where are you going?
Don: Fred Meyer.
Kristy: How are you getting there?
No answer. He takes 2 more steps down the front porch steps. I turn around to shut the front door as it looks like this is going to take a while. That’s when I spot a bowl of fudge sitting on the porch rocking chair. A neighbor left it there for us. I inform Don I have fudge and start shaking the bowl like I would with a container of cat treats. Don stops descending the stairs, turns around and looks at me standing on the porch looking like a fool shaking a plastic container full of candy. He slowly makes his way back up the slippery stairs.
Don: Where did that come from?
Kristy: A neighbor.
Don: Is it any good?
Kristy: Why don’t you come inside and find out?
Don: Yeah, that’s a good idea. It’s too cold out here.
Half an hour later, he makes it back to the 3rd floor, out of breath and looking weary. He immediately turns the thermostat up to 80. He nearly misses the recliner chair in his attempt to sit down. Eventually, he scratches and claws himself into a semi-sitting position to consume the 3 pieces of fudge waiting on a TV tray table.
Note to Self: Shut the front door! Fudge: A new caretaker tool. I like it.
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