But he wants it to be understood that he’s not trying to bother me. Unless I don’t take the hint and it becomes necessary.
He’s really not into this “sit around all afternoon while Uncle Joel reads a book” thing. He can put up with it for about two hours at a stretch, and then something must be done.
So first he rises, has a stretch, maybe gives himself a good scratch on the rug…
Sigh – and then I have to go through the time consuming rigmarole of putting my wet boots on so we can go plow some new paths in the snow and maybe have a squirt. We’ll be out for like two minutes and then he’s through until another two hours or so, when it’ll start all over.