Saturday means football
To my dear husband, a Saturday in September (or October or November) means football.
Yesterday we’d picked up our new HDTV in Bradenton. We couldn’t set it up because I couldn’t be counted on to lift most of it (88 pounds) and move it from the back of the truck inside. But today we had to have another repair person work on our TV again. (We’d lost about 1/3 of our cable channels and couldn’t bring them up.) When he came, he helped us move our new TV in and set it on our new TV stand. He was a truly nice and helpful guy and hung around to make sure we got it working. It’s awesome!
So John’s had his nose buried in the new TV enjoying the HD signal. He swears HDTV was invented for football games.
I spent time with Mom tonight. I fed her dinner to her. I think she’s forgotten how to feed herself. I was there a couple hours and she ate a large dinner.
We didn’t get to spend any time at the pool, but there’s always tomorrow.