While I Was Gone

Tom started a folder for me called "While You Were Out" which he always does. I think it is so sweet because he logs everything that happened, including any POA notices received, prints of emails he thinks are important, stuff like that. Even thought I know I does it (in part) so I won't cross-examine him so intently when I do get back - still, it's very sweet.

Some of the highlights this year:
--Hit unknown object in river, punch a hole in boat
--Make it to shore minutes before boat sinks, haul bow up into weeds, watch rest of boat go under
--Walk home
--Hire tow truck guy to drive as close to rough shore as he can and stretch 2 huge cables down to haul boat out of water, let it drain, then drag it up onto trailer.
(We both have wanted a new boat for the past couple of years. I told him he should have just let it sink and then swim ashore, but in the moment of crisis he didn't think of that.)
--DD was asked to clean house gutters. She did this without a ladder by climbing up the lowest part of the porch roof, walking and climbing to the second story level, then bending over at the edge of the roof and scooping stuff out by hand! I would have killed her had I been home! She was supposed to haul out the big extension ladder, where she would have been safely perched--but no! Miss Lazy-bones just stands on the edge of the roof and bends over. Why are the young so foolish?
--The cat died, our 20 y.o. dowager cat. I thought she might because she seemed to be failing badly as I left. Still, I regret not being there to bury her. This is the last photo of her, taken during what turned out to be her last bath in late June.

Apart from the above, everything went swimmingly while I was out. Pun intended.