So I plumped up the box with lots of leaves. I think I can still do better. Maybe it's time to look for the burlap.
This is the only Cinderella pumpkin I've been able to find.
This week's "Dad Day" was a few days ago. Both my father and I have been limping along since. Why? Because I found him on the floor when I arrived at 7:45. For the next too long a time, I struggled to get him to his feet at his insistence. When we were both thoroughly worn out, I called 911. This was a learning experience for me on several levels. One does not have to listen to her dad no matter how he barks when his safety and her own is at stake. Good heavens! You'd think I'd be intelligent enough to know this. Something about an upset parent can put one right back in child mode real fast.
The rescue crew arrived from the next town over and the first thing the EMT said was, "I've been here before."
"Why?" asked my father.
"To get your ask up off the floor," said the EMT.
This is just the kind of response that my father appreciates and he laughed heartily.
I was told, in no uncertain terms, never to attempt what I had attempted again. Two men had a bit of trouble getting him to his feet. Now this is my second time with his falling. The first time, believe it or not, I was able to get him back to vertical. My sister has been through this 17 (!) times. Yikes.
~a quilt panel kit~
My dad's day turned around completely when we received a call from his baby sister saying that she and her husband would be over for a visit. They brought lunch and gifts. Wow!