Thursday, February 12, 2015
My Lap, My Life
Bessie Anne's gimpy legs make it difficult for her to negotiate the stairs, but given her need to be with me, yesterday we both went down to tackle The Project again. The cats are not allowed into the shop area; too many nooks, crannies, and hidey holes and I'd never find them when ready to leave. My plan to switch batteries and drills is working. Or, to be honest, it would work if I didn't wimp out. I never dreamed the process would consume so much time and energy. "Go slow," the man said. There isn't any choice but to go slow. Drill, dip. Drill, dip. One hole punched (switch drills) and one in progress before my hand cramped and legs and back were screaming, "Quit!" Among the multitude of tools and trash in the shop, I identified a drill press. I've never used a drill press, but it's possible it might make the job easier. My assignment for today is to find online instructions. I continue to hold out hope for The Project. If I give Bess a beginning boost, she can usually make it up the rest of the stairs on her own and we emerged at the top like bats from a cave.
There are days when I'm happy to see the sun go down and know that the trials and tribulations are over for the day, that day, anyhow. I went into the house and made a lap.