Monday, September 22, 2008
Another Busy Weekend
It is a quiet Sunday night as I write these thoughts. It has been a busy weekend. Four days and three nights of last week were spent without power whenever I was at home. It was inconvenient but not really stressful. I was able to make the best of the situation. Once the power was back on I had things to do at home to get my life back to normal. My wife and I intended to go to the grocery store on Friday night to begin the process of restocking our food supply. After busy work weeks neither of us were up to the task. We got up and did the grocery store thing on Saturday morning. Shortly afterwards Chloe arrived for a weekend visit. She loves to visit my wife and me. Think back to your own childhoods. Was there anything better than visiting Grandma and Pa Paw? Chloe was all smiles and big bright eyes as she helped my wife sort through her Halloween decorations and decide which ones to use. Chloe only had one story about her parents this time around. She told my wife and I that her dog did an unspeakable on one of her Dad's shirts. When asked if Dad was mad, she responded, "Yes, he yelled at the dog and used 'big people' words. Attention all parents: When your children visit their grandparents, they spill the beans about whatever goes on in your homes! After taking Chloe back home I visited my Mom and my Dad. Mom just got her power back on Saturday night. Fortunately a neighbor shared a generator so Mom was not completely in the dark. A tree did take out part of her fence but the old homestead was undamaged. After leaving Mom's I drove over to Dad's nursing home. It was the middle of the afternoon and he was in bed and out like a light. Normally I like to visit him at meal time so I can feed him. I wasn't able to do that yesterday so I caught him in the middle of nap time. I called his name but didn't try to hard to wake him. So, this visit was me simply sitting at his bedside and thinking about him at different times in his life and mind. I remembered younger versions of him and me and where we were and where we are now. It's been a long journey.
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