Wow. I think I am living a rat race. It seems from Tuesday through Friday I have very little time for optional activities.

Anson Monday, parts store Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. Back to Anson Friday.

It has been a crazy week.

Pepa has been complaining about his knee hurting. First of all, I do not doubt for a minute it hurts. However, I think it is going to hurt until he begins to do some activity to use it. Memama bought him a recumbent bicycle in October or November and he has yet to use it one single time. So, I am not very sympathetic to his plight.

Of course when Pat and I get on to him about it telling him he has sat on his butt in the house long enough that he has lost his strength and his stamina he begins to call grand-kids to tattle. He went so far the other day as to tell one that Pat and I were going to have to stop going to their house if we were going to be ugly. Duh!

Usually I go to lunch there Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. On Wednesday Pat, Jason, Memama, Pepa and myself were there. Pat had already told me Pepa was very put out with her because she had scolded him. Of course he thought Pat and I were teaming up against him. Outside of him getting defensive it was a fun lunch. Pepa has this white glove he wears on his right hand and some how or other it ended up on the floor by my chair during lunch. I refer to this as his Michael Jackson glove and accuse Pepa of "moon walking". Anyhow during the course of lunch, I put the glove on and would pass dishes and pour tea and Pat, Jason, and I were having a hard time keeping a straight face. When Pepa finally noticed my gloved hand all he said was, "That's my glove!"

Thursday, Memama and Pepa had coumadin clinic appointments so they were not going to be home for lunch. I called Pat and asked her if she wanted to go grab a bite because Hag is gone hunting pheasant in Oklahoma. We decided to go to Sweetwater when my lunch time at the parts store came.

As Pat and I were enroute to Sweetwater, we met Memama and Pepa headed back to Roscoe. Pat and I continued on to our agreed restaurant. Just as we returned to the vehicle after we ate, my cell phone toned. it was Memama. "Are you busy?", she asked.

"Actually Pat and I just finished lunch", I replied.

"I need some help" she said, "Pepa got down between the car and the house and can't get up."

I told her we would be there in minutes.

When we arrived, it was quite a wreck. It was very evident his rolling walker had gotten away from him because he was stretched out with one leg behind him, the other leg folded awkwardly out while his head was resting on the seat of the walker.

It became very evident, very quickly that Pat and I could not do this task by ourselves. We got a belt and tried to lift him into a wheel chair, but he is absolutely no help. He is 268 pounds of dead weight. Pat called the parts store and told Chris for him and Max to come to Memama and Pepa's to help. As luck would have it, Jason was at the parts store so he and Chris made the dash.

Talk about keystone cops, we were. We devised a plan and began lifting Pepa to put him in the chair, but when we lifted him, the walker came with him. All of us kept telling him to turn loose of the walker and he kept wailing that the walker had his head! We sat him back down and closer scrutiny revealed we had the belt around one leg of the walked. We took the belt off and re-routed it, but when we lifted him again, the walker still came with him. Once again we sat him down and we discovered we had routed the belt the same way. Pat took the belt and made sure it wasn't around the walker. Third time was a charm and we lifted him up and in the wheel chair, barely. This was not a big chair and it was going to be a tight fit. Finally we had him in it well enough for me to turn him around and back him into the house. When I parked him in the living room, all he wanted to do was sit.

Before we left we got him into his recliner. Whew.

I think the experience was an eye opener for him and for all of us.

Pat talked with Coach and he had some opinions we didn't weight very heavily because he has not seen Pepa in almost three months and has no idea how he has spiraled down.

We may send Pepa to Breckenridge to go through coaches off season program.

Today I was back at Anson, but had a quick day.

Hope your week was good!

FATHER, thank YOU for small blessings!