and here's an ancient pic. I should be writing a movie review, but I'm not. My father, who is now a teeny tiny hunched over man, is our star senior of the moment. He's "healthy".
Forgive me my friends for another filler kind of post. I'm wearing comfy pants and I'm winning Ray's company football pool. Oh yes - there's no good strategy other than "hey, my cousin Rob went to Syracuse - that's a pick." Or we hate Ray's old boss Jim and he went to Purdue - I'll pick against him. Yes, it's genius.
I admit to some distraction - not a good excuse, but Ray's dad is in a rehab and doing well. He's 82. Had back surgery and getting his bearings. He wants to get well and is working hard. Root for him.
Ray's mom is having surgery today 1/2/19 - a broken bone in the leg and 2 in the ankle area. Don't even ask what happened...big sigh and she wouldn't let paramedics take her to the hospital. But we're here now...and we shall see what happens. Pray that social workers get her placed somewhere...i.e. not our house. We are not medical folks. She needs professional care.
So - 2018 did not end awesome. 2019 starts as a challenge.
I know that many folks are far worse off. (hey, Robyn - thinking of you in Chico - near Paradise)
But we'll get this figured out. And I promise some movie reviews. And Here's to 2019.
Joanne Faries, originally from the Philadelphia area, lives in Texas with her husband Ray. She considers herself fortunate to be able to pursue a writing career after eons in the business world. Joanne enjoys reading and movies, and is the film critic for the Little Paper of San Saba.