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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!
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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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.