Stopped at Dad's yesterday. I lead such an exciting life, don't I? But, some day I won't have him, so, I try to go over everyday but Sunday, when he's away. Anyhow, I went to breakfast with the gang, then stopped at home to get 'the boy', then went to Dad's. His hand is healing nicely, and WE'RE GONNA SPLIT WOOD! What? It's 90degrees out. I went out front to look at the clump birch, and there's about a dozen pieces that can be split. So, that's what we did. Thought I was gonna die. I don't do heat very well. Could't let him do it alone. The two neighbor guys were down at the next house, sitting under a tree, both younger than me, didn't offer to help, but, that's OK. Maybe they have health issues.
So, I'm sure Adam came over this morning to finish the tree and get paid. Guess we'll head on over and see what's up. At least it's a bit cooler and a nice breeze is blowing. This time, I'll go in the truck and have my gloves. I need to be more prepared when I go to Dad's 'cause I never know what I'll be doing.