And on the other side of town...Mary gets a message at the Office Max where Kendall was to meet her that he won't becoming. He is back at the hospital having xrays and blood tests. I am waiting for some friends to help me move furniture presumably in Kendall's van.
So I am a nervous wreck wondering what could possibly have gone wrong. And i can't leave because the help is on the way. And...as we try to move a huge desk up to my spare room, it slips. Brian's hand is caught between the desk and wall. I am trapped in the stairwell and can't go for help. With a huge effort, I moved the desk, he moved his hand and the desk came back on me. It must have looked like Moe, Larry and Curley at work. It took two neighbors to get me out of the stairwell. Brian soaked in ice water for half an hour before his fingers agreed to move. It looked as if four were broken. So we emerged with a badly bruised hand, a sore shoulder, and a painfully wounded ego. My neighbors were trying hard not to laugh the whole time.
This was all Kendall's fault. I am not sure why but blaming him makes me feel better. Had he been at hand with a hose we could have been dissuaded from trying to move the desk upstairs in one piece.
I fed him a hot breakfast and put him in a van to Boston from whence he flies to Montreal then on to England. He is your responsibilty now. DO NOT send him back with a litter of llamas or anything else. Feed him well. See that he gets regular sleep. And don't put up with his curmudgeonness. It taken two years to civilize the old bastard and I don't want to have to start from scratch again.
Funny - I never interfere in Seamus' love life. None of my business. But I do steer him away from dachsunds and toward larger ladies. Given the back problems in that family, it only makes sense.