Nope, not hairdo pics yet, but when life stops racing along so fast, I'll get'er done. I really truly tried to make time for some special little photo ops, but I had the girls this weekend, and while Alec had his swim meet, Cate was at the other end of Kennedy High School doing something for AP (advanced classes), and then went immediately to Washington High School for some other function. Abby and I went on the search for some things for Dad, so when everyone got done with what they had to do, Mike, Jenna, Alec, and Cate went to the Tic Tock for lunch, while Ab and I stopped at Dairy Queen for a bite. When I got home, the others had finished picking up all the limbs and sticks in my yard. I was kinda worried about getting that done before the grass really started to grow up.
Okay. . . . Dad is NOT a happy camper at the Club. I appears that he feels as if we have abandoned him. We would go visit him, if he wouldn't try and con us into letting him leave with us. It sounds like he had a rough week-end, trying to analyze exactly what is going on. If he would only realize that he is in a bright, cheery, safe atmosphere with friendly people, good food, a spacious lovely room, and lots of activities and freedom to roam about the building. He called sister Judy and informed her that us kids are now ALL disinherited. Big deal. He also wanted my phone number. Judy played the "cancer card" and told him not to be yelling and rude with me since I have been going through chemo treatments. Whoo hoo, I guess my past health issues are keeping me from getting grouched at.
Dad did call me this afternoon when I was at brother Ken's house. He said that all those "old" people want to do is walk around. I told him to start talking to some of the pretty ladies. He told me the only pretty ladies there were the ones who worked there. All the rest were nothing but old people - like old people in their 80's. For some reason Dad doesn't seem to understand that he is the same age as the rest of the "Club" residents. Dad is going to be 88. Hmmmmmm I don't think he is going to find a young chickie there to date.
I am feeling all right, health-wise, but just a little tired with all the running around. (Sisters, Brother, and Daughter, DO NOT jump down my throat about that last statement). I am just so used to napping a lot, that getting back into the swing of things and having Dad issues, it's different dealing with a little faster pace that usual.
NOTE: JUST SOME MISC. COMMENTS.
Tomorrow brother Ken & sis-in-law Jill are getting a new grandson, Emerson Damon Paul. Good luck, Andrew and Delta on your second son.
Sounds like niece Tina is getting through her ordeal from surgery in her usual fashion, just toughing it out. Thinking of you !
Sister Sandy is making a recovery from the illnesses she was suffering. Antibiotics are our friends, right, San?
Friend Betty C. made a comment that Dad may be having trouble remembering who I am exactly because of Roschelle, the wig, because it is a similar hair style to what Mother wore, and he is confused to whom I really am. Could be. (Speaking of Roschelle, I had to wash her and let her air-dry. Since it was taking quite a while to get her dry, I thought I would speed it up by setting her out on the deck, since it was such a nice morning. Later, I realized that she was probably in danger out there since we have neighborhood dogs that run around. I went out and snatched her up and brought her inside. I would have had a fit if I had seen a few hundred dollars of the finest synthetic hair around being mauled by Rex, the Rotweiller!!!!)
Thanks, Sandi F., for sticking with me every step of the way, lately. How's it feel to be one of my crutches? Thanks! :)
FYI, I wish all of you could have a daughter such as mine. What a gem. I don't know how I could get through so many things lately without Jenna. Smoochies and hugs.
And lastly, it was not too long ago that sister Sandy and I commented on the fact that for once, our lives seemed to be somewhat drama-free. We should have kept our big mouths shut. Drama is now coming out our ears.
GOD BLESS YOU ALL