Yesterday, today, tomorrow

Still on the walker, with occasional forays via my cane. That is fun, but I forget how hard and tiring it is to use the cane, especially using the wrong arm for support and bla, bla, bla.

The cane is so easy though to do things like just step outside and not have to  get the walker over the sill. Last night was trash night, and I sat on the porch and kept Laura company. She introduced me to a friend, Tod. I've heard of his current residence under one of the trash bins over this summer, but yesterday was our first introduction.

Today Tom and Jan came around in the morning, for Tom to take a look at a couple of loose assemblies on the loom. There was a stripped out screw I knew of and a sheared screw I knew of. He found a couple more loose screws. Then we went to lunch. Toby retreated to the back of my bedroom, behind closed doors. Jake was so sorry he wouldn't come out.

Jan helped me rearrange the furniture again in the loom room. Amazing how many times furniture can be moved to make it perfect. We left the odds and ends, like putting plugs back, for Laura, after school.

And finally, tomorrow Laura and Cathy, our next door neighbor, and I are going to the sports bar up the road to register new voters.

Cathy and I went to an introductory program during the week, conducted by two local members of the League of Women Voters for Cathy, myself and a third volunteer, a young woman establishing herself as an activist. When I signed up, I only checked one box: register voters. By the time the two nice members had worked through tomorrow's registering voters job, I was through with the very hard chair, thanked the women and Cathy and I left.

There was one ah ha moment. Laura and I have often commented this little sports bar is either packed or empty. Our shift is one to three thirty tomorrow afternoon. I remarked to our two mentors it probably would be very empty. "Oh no!" from Elizabeth, the young woman who joined us. "College basketball!"