I don't deserve Spod. He is so good to me. I woke up at 5:30 this morning and couldn't move. I don't get it. I haven't been lifting or doing anything to speak of. I think its the soft mattress on the bed, maybe. Anyway I kind of froze to the spot, held my breath and tried not to yell. He must have sensed it because I suddenly heard him ask me if I was okay. When he heard how things were he got out of bed and came around and got me my pain pills and water and offered to stay there and wait with me and then help me out of bed. I moved to purple room and he got me coffee. What a guy.
Around 8:30 we headed downtown to the passport office, took care of that and got back home by ten. That never ever would have happened in Vancouver.
Tomorrow we are headed to Nanaimo. There is an old lady living in the basement of a house we are about to repossess. So strange. Her daughter owns the place and she is totally missing in action. She hasn't made a pmt on the mortgages (I own both) for over a year. I am going to try to get the old lady to answer the door and find out what is going on. If she doesn't then the bailiff route will have to be enlisted..not a happy circumstance for anyone involved. I don't necessarily like kicking old ladies out of their habitat..plus I am really curious to find out what happened to her daughter.
I shall report back tomorrow night. TTYL
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