Frubbles, we've got frubbles

Usually I try to keep things fairly upbeat here. But today is not one of those upbeat posts kind of days.
You could say that when it rains it pours, because we are drenched.

Yesterday Ralph knocked on the door (our doorbell is broken) and when I opened it up, he was leaning way back in the wheelchair, with his feet suspended in midair, as if he were on a carnival ride.
The dang chair back had snapped on him when he had leaned over to get something in the van. It had been making clicking noises for awhile when he would shift his weight, but who would have thought that it would break on him?

What followed was an hour-long attempt to shore up the back of the wheelchair. I'll skip the details. Then when it was time to go to bed, it was another hour to get the broken, wobbly wheelchair at just the right height so that he could transfer into the bed. Finally he figured out a way to do that. Long story.

This morning he headed off to the medical-supply place where they repair the chair. He has been a fairly frequent customer, I must say.

Meanwhile, in other news, we have squirrels running around in the attic. At least I'm guessing they're squirrels. Or very large and noisy birds!
We started hearing them on and off yesterday. At least they quieted down at night and didn't keep us up. But our poor kitty cats have been hearing them and smelling them. They are going bonkers.
Must stop writing and call pest elimination experts.

Wish us luck.