Hmmm, 4 More Months!
4 More Months!
I did enjoy watching the Democratic Infomercial Convention last week, even though my Hillary was not the nominee. Girlfriend seemed gracious enough on screen, but wouldn’t you have loved being a fly on the wall back at the hotel.
Baby Erik can now say ‘Jah, Jah Jah’ which I am sure is my
name. Miss B is taking some classes this
semester (business math) so I have been babysitting. I take him to work and let all the ladies fight
over him. He is quite the charmer.
And speaking of charmers, there is this long haired young man named Rob who sings once a week at the memory care center where dear old Dad resides. He comes with a Karaoke machine and a guitar and takes requests. For some reason, Alzheimer’s often spares that part of your brain that remembers your favorite music. Most times the memory care center is just a high priced warehouse for the not quite dead. But sometimes they all gather their wheelchairs in a circle and sing Wasting Away in Margaritaville with Rob.
The Best is Yet to Come.
For all of you in the path of Gustav, know that you are in my heart this weekend