Open “behavior modifications” to find this entry. Hit, no touch, the three lines on the right side of the page to find the category. I have no idea as to what is going on here, though all the April 12 entry seems to be there. Frustrating! There is a phone poem called “Hablar” there that I also really like though it doesn’t show up on the list here. It is a nearly perfect phone poem which makes me suspect that I didn’t write it.
I would delete this entry if I knew how. Goodness. I will be 80 in less than a month, if I live that long. Simon, crippled Simon, is sitting next to me on the big dad chair, and he is barking for something, watery perhaps. I‘ll give that a try, though it could be that his bladder-control wrap is soggy. I can smell the pungent smell now. Sigh. Today is May 14, 2020. You can see the pad behind and under him.
Back again. I should have had a video of me changing him on the chair; the first time I missed covering the crucial parts; got them the second time, thank goodness. Changing him on the chair is like wrestling an alligator, I think, though without the biting. Well, look at that: I have an entry now that is mildly interesting. And, it is still May 14, 2020.