So, I guess "No good deed goes unpunished." Not really my motto but it sure fits this week.

We went to my dear old Mom's house to make some adjustments for her so when she comes home from her little vacation in the rehab facility she will be able to get around her house without tripping over stuff. You see, she's 91 years old and almost completely blind, but she wants to live in her own house and do things on her own terms. Her mind is sharp and she's very self-sufficent, so I want her to be able to live in her house for as long as possible if that's what she wants. I'm worried, but I'm not about to tell her how she should live her life. She's always been awesome to me, supportive of anything I've ever tried to do so I feel that I owe her the same courtesy. She wants her dignity and I want for her to have it right to the end of her days.

Anyway, we moved a bunch of stuff around for her and took some things out of the house that she really doesn't need for the moment. It's about a 3 hour drive from our home to hers, so that's a pretty good amount of time to spend in a car. I seem to forget that I'm just not as young as I once was, so the thought of stretching after a long ride before doing any kind of manual labour really doesn't cross my mind. At some point we moved a coffee table from the living room to the garage, and I set it down, turned slightly, and HOLY SWEET MOTHER! My back went *Twang*.....and you guys, the pain was incredible!

When I got up on Saturday I could barely move at all. A hot shower helped, but didn't cure the problem. We went to visit Mom for a few hours, and then...back into the car for that lovely 3 hour ride home. So, Sunday was a wasted Father's Day for me. Down flat most of the day, really unhappy because I had a million things I wanted to get done at home.

This getting old crap is really starting to get ...well, old.
I hope your week is much better.