In La-Z-Boy Recliner All Evening
I had been in the La-Z-Boy since sundown! What is going on? Maybe side effects of Cephaexin? No, that's not it? I read all about those side-effects and making a person drowsy was not one of them.
7pm - Baby Boid update
Here are some stuff you may enjoy hearing about our Baby Boid.
Baby Boid loves music. When I put iPhone near his cage and play songs, he begins to make tiny sounds. Not chirping. Maybe his sounds are Boid trying to imitate what he hears. Right now, he is making sounds of Pavarotti singing Nessun Dorma. Now that, would be something else!
It is becoming clear that Boid needs a gentle push to get him to accept me as his playmate. Having me as his playmate is very important for Boid. Otherwise, he will have a very boring life. Playing is a very big part of a parakeet's life.
Boid is not afraid of my hand anymore. Boid lets me pet his blue chest with my finger. But only when he is inside his cage. Boid somehow, separates being inside his cage with being outside.
I must begin again, getting Boid to adapt by using his seeds. Once Boid accepts to eating his seeds from my hand, the rest will come fast.
11am - Still tweaking Scampy
We're making a list, checking it twice, gonna find out who's naughty or nice....
But our list is not for Santa. It's for tweaking Little Scampy!
- Curtain rods. Scampy's quality deserves quality curtain rods. Present rods have weak hangers. We are shopping on the net for new ones.
- George is sewing up Scampy's new curtains. They are stealth-black.
- Range Top needs engineering change. Stud rising up thru top instead of screw going down.
- A thing to hold shampoo in Scampy's shower.
- Replace Scampy's porch lite which burned out.
PS: Looks like the replacement for the busted trailer hitch will be installed this coming Friday.
4:30pm - Which is best for this retired guy?
- Doing more stuff?
- Kicking back and doing less stuff?
I am very competent to answer this question. Not for you! For myself. You must come up with your own answers.
Well, here's the thing. The older I get, the harder it becomes to do stuff. Would I give up doing because it's harder now? No-sir-eeee! It's just too much fun. Especially now because I am my own person. No job to go to. I seem to have enough $dough$.
Take right now, for example. The doctor tells me that I likely got bursitis from banging my elbow into things. While my elbow heals, I have to cool down activities. No way around that. Bursitis and the medication that I am taking for it, requires that I sit in the La-Z-Boy a lot. Low energy is the reason.
But I know, full-well, that soon the bursitis will heal, and I will back on top again. Got to get some protection for my elbows though. Are there such a thing in sports as "elbow guards?"
If you have followed my blog for awhile, you know that after my 2014 heart attack, I stopped RVing for over two years. Now I am back. And own two RVs to prove it!
What would it take to stop me from RVing? I do not consider that kind of question a good idea. My kind of thinking has only positive aspects.