If you want to find me on any weekday morning, your first place to check would be the recreation center's "Field House". I am enjoying playing pickleball each morning. I am improving, but just when I think that way, I have a lousy day where I can't make a point and lose far too many!
I am visiting my dad a few times a week. It is very painful for me to stop by. On a good day we can discuss a few things and what he says is germane to the conversation. However, more often than not, what comes out of his mouth doesn't make a lot of sense. It is like there is a genie inside of him who has devised a new code, and hasn't bothered to give me the key. Syntactically, everything my dad says is correct. He has his nouns and adjectives and conjunctions... but I can't figure out what he is intending to say. Despite all of this, Dad, at 92, is going to get married in January. He has wanted to marry his lady friend since she moved in two years ago, and, I have told him "NO"... emphatically. He had a disastrous marriage previously and I just didn't want to see him hurt in that way again. But, it is obvious that he loves Judy, and Judy loves him - even with his diminishing mind and body. How can I stand in the way of his happiness? So over the next few weeks I will be taking Judy shopping for a new outfit for the day. She, being practical, didn't want to do that - but I told her I want her to feel special and a new "go to church" dress that she can use on other occasions would be perfect!
When I find a bit of free time I wander down to my dungeon. There I can make a mess and end up with little bits of paper all over the floor, and shut the door on it and not be bothered! I am enjoying working with my Cricut machine and incorporating different techniques in making cards. My latest addition, is quilling.