The breathing, excessive phlegm, and hacking all day are about eliminated from my system. It's been almost two weeks, and several of the days are horizontal! I am looking forward to a good start to the week. I leave on Saturday for a three-week trip. I will babysit my son's dog for part of it, but I look forward to sightseeing, biking, and relaxing for most of the time away. I return on April 18, giving me two weeks at home before Selley joins the retirement ranks.
Shelley has been gone all week as she moved her dad from the one-bedroom apartment to the small assisted-living unit. The small room is basically filled with a bed, chair, dresser, and TV. How good the quality of life is when you get to that point. He needs help getting up to use the bathroom and can walk only small distances. It may improve in four years when he is 89. You know, as they say "Nothing’s better than being 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23, 29, 31, 37, 41, 43, 47, 53, 59, 61, 67, 71, 73, 79, 83, 89, or 97 years old. Those are the years you're in your prime." That is a pun!
Tomorrow is St Patrick's Day; it will be just another day for me. As I age, many holidays lose their allure as celebrations. In addition, over the decades, many holidays have become commercialized, allowing people to spend money they do not have, get drunk, or act strange. It is not a celebration I recalled as a young child when it was about a feast of corned beef and other Irish foods with friends.
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