Cool and damp looks like rain out over the lake.
M's Mom had a down turn yesterday pm but by evening she was pretty good but back on oxygen.
Had a good visit with Alan's very best friend yesterday morning. She is a great person. I know that I can't replace Al for her but I take comfort in her presence and I hope she gets some in return.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him and pulled the sleeping bag tight around their bodies.
‘Fifteen or twenty minutes then I’ve got to load him on and get going.’ She thought.
As she lay there she felt the shivering lessen even further, then realized that the snorting snores had quietened and he was breathing quietly.
Alicia suddenly gave a small chuckle, ‘Crap.’ She thought. ‘I came here to evict him, maybe even shoot him and look at me now.’
Finally she disentangled herself and slid out of the makeshift bed and hurriedly re-dressed herself.
As she positioned the travois she said “Well Mister Robert Anson or who ever you are, we have to get going. At least when you wake up I’ll be in charge.”
She pulled the sleeping bag off Bob and quickly dragged him onto the travois then recovered him again. She tucked the rifle, roll of papers and the axe in along side his body, slung her knap sack onto her back and bent down to heft the travois handles.
Alicia soon found the dead weight behind her was all she could handle. She realized quickly that she would have to have frequent rest breaks. It took her almost two hours to reach the pond where she rested for a long time; the final part up to the cabin was almost another two hours. By the time she stepped out into the clearing she was exhausted.
Alicia dragged the travois to the door, opened it and grabbed Bob under his shoulders and dragged him inside. She noticed immediately that he had returned to his earlier stupor and he was starting to shiver again.
She hoisted him half onto the bed then lifted and swung his legs up as well.
The cabin was still warm from the fire she had started earlier and after a moments hesitation, she opened the door to the stove and threw in a few pieces of kindling wood on the few embers that were left. She followed up with several larger pieces of wood as the kindling ignited.
She turned back to Bob and studied his prostrate form for a few seconds, she saw that in addition to his bruised head he had numerous scrapes, bruises and deep scratches. She started to look for a rag to clean the dirt and blood away, then realized that he may have more wounds so mentally shrugging she leaned over and rolled him over onto his back. His chest was dirty but there was no blood, his legs were the same. She hesitated once more then undid the leather sash that held his breechclout on. She paused again then shaking her head murmured aloud, “Don’t be silly you have to check all over.”
M's Mom had a down turn yesterday pm but by evening she was pretty good but back on oxygen.
Had a good visit with Alan's very best friend yesterday morning. She is a great person. I know that I can't replace Al for her but I take comfort in her presence and I hope she gets some in return.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him and pulled the sleeping bag tight around their bodies.
‘Fifteen or twenty minutes then I’ve got to load him on and get going.’ She thought.
As she lay there she felt the shivering lessen even further, then realized that the snorting snores had quietened and he was breathing quietly.
Alicia suddenly gave a small chuckle, ‘Crap.’ She thought. ‘I came here to evict him, maybe even shoot him and look at me now.’
Finally she disentangled herself and slid out of the makeshift bed and hurriedly re-dressed herself.
As she positioned the travois she said “Well Mister Robert Anson or who ever you are, we have to get going. At least when you wake up I’ll be in charge.”
She pulled the sleeping bag off Bob and quickly dragged him onto the travois then recovered him again. She tucked the rifle, roll of papers and the axe in along side his body, slung her knap sack onto her back and bent down to heft the travois handles.
Alicia soon found the dead weight behind her was all she could handle. She realized quickly that she would have to have frequent rest breaks. It took her almost two hours to reach the pond where she rested for a long time; the final part up to the cabin was almost another two hours. By the time she stepped out into the clearing she was exhausted.
Alicia dragged the travois to the door, opened it and grabbed Bob under his shoulders and dragged him inside. She noticed immediately that he had returned to his earlier stupor and he was starting to shiver again.
She hoisted him half onto the bed then lifted and swung his legs up as well.
The cabin was still warm from the fire she had started earlier and after a moments hesitation, she opened the door to the stove and threw in a few pieces of kindling wood on the few embers that were left. She followed up with several larger pieces of wood as the kindling ignited.
She turned back to Bob and studied his prostrate form for a few seconds, she saw that in addition to his bruised head he had numerous scrapes, bruises and deep scratches. She started to look for a rag to clean the dirt and blood away, then realized that he may have more wounds so mentally shrugging she leaned over and rolled him over onto his back. His chest was dirty but there was no blood, his legs were the same. She hesitated once more then undid the leather sash that held his breechclout on. She paused again then shaking her head murmured aloud, “Don’t be silly you have to check all over.”
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