Monday, April 13, 2009
Here's some baby pictures of my grandson. His name is Stewart Ash Simmet and he was born on March the fifth, five days late. Seven pounds and thirteen ounces.
It’s a beautiful day out. A little chilly but scheduled to warm up to the low 70’s. I seem to be a little slow, about a six on the bob scale. There is a touch of melancholy on my soul this morning. I discovered that Bruce had pictures attached to the email he sent last week. Went to read it again and noticed the attachments. I was just going to email him and ask for pictures. Looking closely at the one showing him holding his baby I see that Bruce’s hair has some gray in it. He was still a kid living at home when I had the accident.
I walked out to where they are putting in the pipeline to check it out and take some pictures for my records. Was surprised at how deep it was. I seem to be slowing down even more right now. The ears are ringing again, another common problem for TBI survivors. Think I’ll quit and go find something simple to focus on. Oh, that’s right! I borrowed the trailer from Chuck and picked up a load of manure this morning. Forgot about it when I came in. It’s in the back waiting for me to unload. So that’s the simple task I’ll focus on. Got to go.