It has been a long haul with Mother this past month and a half. Who wants to read about “from bad to worse” scenes in a nursing home? Not me. I don’t want to write about it either, suffice to say dementia sucks. Enough said.
Instead of the “weekend update” here is a little update on the lost ring and the July door.
Steve lost his wedding band on Jericho beach and we hoped it would show up using the metal detector. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Sadly it is lost forever unless in twenty years from now there is a wild story of how the ring was found and returned to Steve. Aleha bought a new one for him as he was so bummed and couldn’t decide if he should have the same or another design made. He is still losing things too. His new Blackberry was stolen off the table in a restaurant before his trip to New Orleans to meet up with his lovely wife. The upside, they had a great time tasting all the wonderful food in the French Quarter. He had the best sandwich and the best hamburger ever in his life, so far. She had the best sandwich ever, four times. As for the best meal, there were several contenders. They could not pick a winner. Such foodies are my kiddies. Love, love to have dinner made by our sons and daughter-in-laws. Another upside to having adult children is they cook for us.
Celebrating summer, the July door is ~
Stay safe and loved.