In case you want a look back that’ll give you chills and maybe, hope. I who never cry, teared up. I know Biden is old and that can make us wish for different choices, but take a look and remember.
Meanwhile, this is happening in the basement. The closer K gets to retirement, the more house projects he takes on. Last week it was cleaning out all the gutters and oiling the wooden ones. I could hear that distinctive clank of the aluminum ladder being moved for a few days. Then he replaced that bedroom window that spontaneously shattered a while back on a day with a sudden forty degree temperature drop.
Fixed: the ice maker; the washing machine.
I think he’s paving a path.
Also, finding (more) skeletal mouse remains and patching holes in the old foundation.
When he starts organizing (and selling off) the massive coin collection in the cellar, I’ll know we’re close.
It appears that my first born is shopping for a motorcycle. Excuse me while I go scream in a closet for a bit.
My only response to him will be to ask if he’s a registered organ donor.