So the old man had his rotator cuff repaired 7 weeks ago and is in the Phase II stage of rehab (heavy drinking and eating and moderate drug use). He’s not looking forward to stage III when the heavy lifting begins; I’m just hopeful that he’ll regain enough strength to continue our fun times out west in the spring.
Playing with Ellen’s dogs is sorta fun but doesn’t compare with chasing wild game across BLM land in Utah and listening to the old man’s fascinating campfire-side geology lectures under a blanket of pinpoint stars (slurred speech and all).
