Sometimes I feel like a wet noodle. Sometimes I feel like three wet noodles. Give me some credit though, for if nothing else, it takes some nerve for an old fart such as I to post a photo of his near-naked self for all of the world to see.
Cuppa took this picture several weeks ago in my BIL's pool. Since I am waving, it seems at least somewhat appropriate to post it on our final full day here in Sarnia. I had thought that I would be too busy to post today, but, as it turns out, there's little else that I can do, for I continue to experience a back crisis. It's changing positions that's really difficult. Rolling over in bed became quite an ordeal last night; eventually, I managed to accomplish the task with prodigious help from my elbows. The more weight I can bear with my upper body, the easier it is on my back. It's not much better today, so let's hope that tomorrow brings a substantial change.
Regardless, the modem and router will be dismantled today, so this is the final post from Sarnia, where we have lived for the past thirty-four years, twenty-two in this very house. Full cycle: I came as a rookie teacher and leave as a retiree. I had two parents and no children; now I have two children and no parents. Enough of that, however.
We won't have access to a high speed telephone internet connection in our new digs, but we can get broadband through the cable television company if we choose. Meanwhile, Butterfly and The Boy have high speed in their place, and we'll be staying with them, probably for the best part of the next week. We take possession of the new place on Tuesday, but won't receive our worldly goods until Friday. Between Tuesday and Friday, I expect there will be shopping and purchases to occupy us. There's always quite a bit of that when you move into a new place. Knowing myself a little, however, I must speculate that I'll get around to posting something before too long.