Sundays are quiet here.  Tractors are quiet;  traffic is coming from church;  grandchildren visit across the road.  I was the only one out doing yard work.  It’s a day of rest for most.  Besides, the thermometer read near 90 degrees today, but it wasn’t as humid.  We still haven’t had rain, which is bad.    
 

This was not a good day.  My father was in a foul mood, dissatisfied with everything and being contrary.  I know he’s frustrated by his situation and has never been overly patient.  All I can do is step back or tread carefully when I feel a clash coming on.  Déjà vu.      

(sigh) Patience, patience, patience, count to 10.  There’s a lot going on.  I’m here to help.  More appointments this week.

And now it’s August.