Red wing , mn. Tired and ready to be filled with the possibilities of travel - other than flooded and submrerged river access along the great river road. My remembrance of WI as one great weed is revived.
Dad's desk is now situated so that he can keep tabs on his beloved township, watch TV, and doze - all activities within inches of each other. Meanwhile two of my vertebrae are closer than they used to be.
Woke in the gray unease of family change, then napped til eight. Dad had eaten. "eating by eight is a habit I keep". All the documents are done, the changes made. Have arrived at brother's tombstone epithet. " he dazzled us because he could." Mine follows: "he could be nice. He just couldn't do it for money.
Time to walk the dog.
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