It's pouring rain today. Because a broken hip or pneumonia are two things I fear the most I insisted he wear a hat. He hates hats. I dug out the least feminine knit hat I could find and had him put it on but you can see he was not pleased.
First he decided he absolutely had to pick up a package at the office. It was delivered on Saturday so there was no rush to get it but according to him it needed to be collected. Because it was raining pretty hard he drove to the office and returned with a huge box. True to Amazon, the item was not all that large but the box was huge. That made him decide we needed to get that box to the trash and out of our way before "bad weather sets in." I was not impressed with that idea.
Then he decided we needed gas in the car and wanted me to drive to get it. I knew we had half a tank and would not be going anywhere so my first answer was 'no.' Bob is 84, and an old 84. I began thinking about my father and knew Bob was thinking exactly like him. I got my coat and we took off. Back home he kissed me and thanked me and then said exactly what I knew he would say. "I feel better now. I don't like to not have a full tank of gas with bad weather coming in case we need to get out on the road for an emergency."
I remained quiet but wanted to say "Are you crazy? Neither one of us will be driving if the weather is bad. That's what ambulances are for." Anyway that's done now, we scratched that itch.
Of course the big box had to be delivered to the trash on our way to get gas.