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[neadods]

I'm home, where Dad seems to be doing pretty well. He was amused by his little ferret "hospital buddy."

Ne'er the less, I have been guilted into going to church with them tomorrow. Mother tried to pull the "make your sick father" trick on something else too - I think it was buying nicer shoes - and I told her to pick her battles. She decided church was more important.

To file under "you can't go home again" - I almost didn't go home again because they tore down all my landmarks to make a certain turn. I blew right past it, and was suddenly looking over my shoulder muttering, "Governer Mifflin High? I don't live near..." Like I know the name of the street! It's been "the street between the farmer's market and the florist" for 40 years!

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[shawan-7.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you've made it despite the changes. Is your Dad allowed to drive yet, or is that after the operation?

Free shoes... not to be sniffed at... Oh. Happy Birthday (for tomorrow.)

[neadods.livejournal.com]

Free shoes that don't fit and don't go with anything aren't that much of a blessing...

No, he's not allowed to drive until he's certified by a doctor. Mother complains that he's becoming a horrible backseat driver because of it.

[starcat-jewel.livejournal.com]

Boy, does that bring back memories! When I was in college, my parents and I fought epic battles because I didn't want to go to church with them, so then they wouldn't go and would try to convince me it was my fault, that they couldn't go unless I was with them. Needless to say, I wasn't buying.

And then one time they'd actually talked me into going, and then my mother threw a hissy-fit because of what I'd chosen to wear. It was a nice 3-piece green pantsuit with a white blouse, an outfit that I'd worn for job interviews. But it wasn't acceptable because it wasn't a dress! (This was in the late '70s.) I flatly refused to change clothes, and in the end we didn't go at all. Which was cool with me, because I hadn't wanted to go in the first place! Talk about cutting off your nose to spite your face...

[neadods.livejournal.com]

Oh, I've had fights like that... now they're just thrilled to stuff me through the church door once or twice a year, and I'll take one for the team. But not often!

[sapphirerose61.livejournal.com]

My entire town has changed so much I hardly know where I am anymore when I go home. Last year I took a spin past one of the houses I grew up in - barely recognized it, almost blew right past it. The pastures are gone, replaced by huge houses on postage stamp lots. The fruit orchards are gone - again, replaced by huge houses on postage stamp lots. I really miss the small town I grew up in - I know change and growth is inevitable, but it sure makes going home harder.