An autumnal ritual, we got the boat out of the water.
I work on cleaning it a bit, tomorrow, but the bottom is remarkably free of nefarious barnacles – probably a consequence of how late we put it in the water this year. I’m grateful for the neighbors’ help on pulling it out this morning – Arthur’s situational awareness is so minimal, these days, that he was in fact seemingly unaware of what we were doing. Some of that is his deafness, but he also just really tuned out of reality most of the time.
Despite his unawareness during the proceedings, Arthur nevertheless managed to find the gumption to go down after we’d “parked” the boat to inspect our work, and offer a few pointless criticisms. This is why it can be so draining caring for and interacting with him – the few times he exits his solipsistic bubble, it’s as often to criticize or complain as it is anything else.
