Yesterday began with a call to my phone at 8:30 a.m., The Curmudgeon’s voice swam into my dreams and yanked me awake.  “I can’t get up.”  Four words that send me into a heart pounding, adrenaline pumping, wide-awake, on my feet dash for wherever he is.

Once I found him, I knew I couldn’t get him up.  I called the neighbor, he didn’t answer his phone.  I asked The Curmudgeon what he thought we should do, I wasn’t going to attempt to lift him since my back is just beginning to feel better.

The Curmudgeon decided to call 911.  I am so glad he did.  Four fireman showed up at the door, they had him up and in his chair in mere seconds.  Thank you so much guys!!!

     Patty says, “Diz my Daddy.  I takez care ob himz.