Brrrrrr, it got cold! Cold for Florida, that is. Most of the rest of the country would be running around in shorts, but Floridians bundle up like it is going to snow. Bob has the heater going in his room and stays there most of the time keeping warm.

Bob was surprised with a warm visit from this Granddaughter, Helen, this last week. She stopped in with a friend to tell Pop she loved him and has been thinking of him. Bob was very happy after they left and was perky the whole next day.

Bob got more mail this week. He loves getting mail. His good friend, Charlie, sent him a ton of paper work on the Kentucky River. He has all the background information he will ever need to write his story about the time his friends went camping on the river.

Bob went bowling on Thursday. He always fusses about going and then has a blast of a time after he gets there. The key is that you don’t ever ask him if he wants to do something, you simply tell him he is “Going” to do something. He bowled two games and didn’t do half bad.

Friday, Bob went to see a child’s play, “If you give a Moose a Muffin”. I at first wasn’t going to go see this play since it was a child’s play, but decided it might be fun. I am so glad we went. It was a cute play and Bob enjoyed it. It was silly, but it was still a play and he always enjoys seeing a live performance.

After the play we went to paint some more at Studio Six. He had such a good time painting. Covering his hand in paint and then squishing it on the canvas is right up his alley. I have found that this form of painting is very therapeutic for him.

He shared with me the story of when he was taking an art class at the University of Kentucky. His buddy and he would always get to class early so they could sit in the front row of class. This time when they got to class, they discovered that there were black covers over the windows of the class room. They found this odd, but went to their seats and promptly got their things in order.

The class began and they soon realized that the reason the windows were all blacked out was because they were having a special model that day. Bob said he thought that she was very lovely, although he doesn’t remember since most of the class he looked down at his shoes too embarrassed to look up. “She didn’t have anything on and just sat there in front of us expecting us to draw her.” He told me. “I didn’t draw anything but round circles on my paper that day.” Yes, I found that very funny also.

We only have had one obstacle to climb over this week. Every night I give Bob his medication with chocolate milk. And here all along I have been thinking that he has been swallowing his pills. I give them to him one at a time. On Wednesday, he came into the kitchen as I was rinsing out his glass and showed me the “plastic” I had been feeding him. Yep, it was a capsule pill from one of his medications. My mouth fell open as I looked at this pill he had tried to chew. It had opened and was a mess in the palm of his hand.

“Pop, that isn’t plastic; it’s one of your pills I just gave you. You’re not supposed to eat it. You’re supposed to swallow it.” I told him.

“It’s still plastic.” He replied. “I told you that is what you were feeding me and this is proof.”

I told him I was sorry to throw the pill away in the trash. He did. Great! Now what was I suppose to do? Well, now Bob gets not only chocolate milk every night to take normal pills, which he doesn’t as yet have issues with; but now he also gets chocolate pudding. The chocolate pudding has the capsule contents mixed in it. So he gets a double treat every night and he is very happy about it. What EVER WORKS!!!!!

Give him a call this weekend. Encourage him to write on his story some or draw some illustrations for his story. He looks forward to all of your calls.