SPOD KELLER

Spod has a new last name.  It's Keller…in honour of Helen Keller, who, of course, could not see or hear.  And I can bet her hands were a whole lot more sensitive than Spod's are and a whole lot more competent.

Spod can't see.  He needs a million megawatt light to be able to read even big print.  Consequently he has many many reading glasses a la Costco.  They are every where….in the bathroom, in the bed, in his chair, one on each of the many tables in the house, in the truck, in the car, hanging around his neck, sitting on his head.

And as we have been driving around everywhere it has come to my attention his long distance sight isn't all that great either.  Its better than his near sight but not much.  So….there is an easy solution to this that the other billions of people, unless you are in Cambodia, in this world utilize.  You get a freaking pair of bifocal glasses.

 Yes it takes a few days to get used to it.  Yes at first you have to be careful and get used to the bifocal part.  But, like the billions of other people that buy bifocals, you get used to it.  And the upside?  YOU CAN SEE….all the time.

But this has gone the way the hearing aids did.  He will not even consider it.  "I'm going to fall down" he whines.  "I caaaaaaan't" he whimpers.  Real smart….choose to live in a world you can't see properly.  And guess what…he falls down, trips, loses stuff….sigh.

Well, we went and ran a ton of errands today…of all days.  Its snowing billyo out there.  Just when we think we can sell the truck, we don't need it, something like this happens and we are totally happy we have four by four.

I bought four bunches of flowers to arrange.  Which I did and it looked so completely awful I gave up and Spod is out there saving them.  I will take a picture.  No matter what vase I used or how I arranged them they looked bad.  We will see how he does with them.

Right now I have a rabbit in the entrance way, a guinea pig on a chair and a hamster on the buffet.  We don't have a heater in the garage and its way too cold for them out there.  Its kind of nice to have the little ones about again.  Bosun, the guinea pig, is a talker.  As soon as he sees you he starts chirping away until you throw him a carrot or something.

Now its time to start the garage….I am pretty determined to reduce the crap out there to half.  Sally Anne here I come.  TTYL

HE DID A GREAT JOB!