I am going to go to bed soon. I left the nurse a message on the phone and she called back to find out what in the world I am doing...or something. She was still laughing after a 10 minute conversation. Oh, back to the first of the story. I left her a message because my phone number is different and I had the blood test on Monday and they call if I need to change my dosage of coumadin. I asked her when she called, why she was laughing. She said it was either me telling her that I couldn't give my real name, because I didn't know it since I had been switched at birth by the gypsies, or maybe I was an undercover agent and was in a subversive group living underground in Pakistan....
She is sure I am a few bricks short of a load...she may be right.
I visited Dad this morning. He is 91 today. He took my hand and then touched me on the back and decided it was too cold to go outside. I agreed with him. It was nippy this morning. I took mini cupcakes for the other residents.
I checked my booth at the antique store. I must take some pictures of the booth soon. I forgot to do that today.
One of our friends has cancer, and he has been placed in hospice. He worked at school with us. He was the ISS teacher and a very nice man. He is too frail to do anymore chemo. It is so sad.
When I go to visit the southwest of the United States, robbie has promised to teach me how to eat crawfish. I thought of that because the commercial with someone at a store in New Orleans is packing crawfish and the line stops because the guy isn't using VISA. Next to the Jeep commercial with the animals getting in the guy's car and singing and the wolf eating the birds: it is my favorite commercial.
Okay, going to bed, it is 8 PM.
This is a picture of Dad last summer. I didn't take one of him today, even though I took my camera in to do so. He didn't want to get out of bed.
Have a good evening.
Comments (13)
So wonderful that your dad is 91 and doing as well as he is.
By the gypsies, huh? Funny!
Baby Grace information is here on the America's Most Wanted Site
Love the sofa picture; I'd probably sit on him by mistake.