When the kids were here, Butch fell in the breezeway. His heel caught on the step, and down he went! Fortunately, it was not a major event. A few scrapings of his thin skin were the worst of it. The subject of falls in general was the topic of the day. I had been wanting good, solid handrails for the breezeway for quite some time. Jason and Butch installed them yesterday. They were our 66th anniversary gift. Appropriate!
I was asked about the definition of a breezeway. The inquirer had never encountered the word before. It is a pretty word!
Breezeway--a roofed outdoor passage, as between a house and a garage.
Today the tumbler is going to the golf course. Not to play! He will ride in the cart with Jason and maybe putt some. He has been waiting quite a while to feel good enough to just ride!
He had another good night with his CPAP. I trust that they will eventually become best friends.
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