First thing after breakfast he took the lawn mower he had purchased the day before as a Mother's Day gift for our daughter back to the place where he'd bought it. It was speedily replaced with a new one with the advice that he try it out immediately to ensure it had no mechanical problems before re-presenting it to our daughter. And he did just that; filled it with gas, with oil, and cut a few swaths in our front lawn which needs mowing, in any event. Works fine.

Sure, we don't believe in the social convention of observing a commercial holiday, but in this instance our daughter who is the sole breadwinner in her single-parent home does need some additional support, and the mower we'd bought her six years ago has had some rough treatment since, given the size of her rural property, and it is frustrating for her to grapple with its idiosyncrasies, so we thought a new one might help her manage better. Besides which, she needs some cheering up, since she's been without a paying contract for a year, and we've all been strained to help her meet her financial obligations.

And that's when he set about to finally change the tires in his own car, at home, after having done the same for our daughter the day before. Taking the ice tires off the car and replacing them with ordinary tires until next winter when the weather we receive in this area makes it a wise decision to prevent potential accidents by taking this weather-climate-sensitive step.

Tiring work for a 74-year-old, but he's in good shape, thank heavens. And he mentioned later that although he felt somewhat tired after dinner he could identify a difference in his physical strength in handling the wheels, as a result of the regular weight-lifting protocol he has embarked upon since December of last year.