The next morning we woke up about 8:30, threw on our clothes, and made it to breakfast with 15 minutes to spare. They had a great spread, with just about anything you could want to eat. Even though we arrived just before closing, the server was very patient and gracious. We ate more than we … Continue reading A Misunderstanding and a 50/50 Trip – part two →

Plans were being made for our fall trip to Vermont, while the fall colors were still around.  I went online and found out that the peak, of the fall colors, was from the third to the tenth of October. One problem was that Harriet had doctor’s appointments on the second and the eighth. On the … Continue reading A Misunderstanding and A 50/50 Trip. Part one →

I was awakened, about 4 O’clock Friday morning when Harriet, who was headed to the bathroom, fell to the floor. I jumped out of bed and asked her, “Are you okay? What happened?” Her response was so strange that I wondered if she had hit her head and was having a brain bleed. Whereas, in … Continue reading Dave’s Journal – A Broken arm and Birthday Celebration. →

Sorry it has been so long since I've posted anything. My last Blog was on September 9, and my Dad died the next day. His funeral was on September 16 and since I am a co-executor of his will I had to make multiple trips to probate court, the bank, (All of his assets were … Continue reading Dave’s Journal – Dad’s Funeral →

Things have continued to progress in a most unusual manner. That is, Harriet continues to be quite confused about a lot of things. She has had a Urinary Tract Infection for the past three weeks. The first prescription of antibiotics didn’t seem to knock it out. So, last Tuesday I took her to urgent care, … Continue reading Dave’s Journal-9/9/19 →

Our daughter, Michelle, came to see my dad who was in St. Joseph Hospital in Ann Arbor, Michigan. She lives in Peoria, Illinois, which is a seven-hour drive. She also came to hang out with Harriet, while I was helping dad, both in the hospital and after he got home. When Harriet heard that Michelle … Continue reading Dave’s Journal-August 24, 2019 →

My Dad owns a house, a few miles outside of Tice, Florida, on a small lake. Across the street, and on the other side of a drainage ditch, there is a subdivision that has people from Mexico, Central America, and the Caribbean islands. Some people, in the subdivision, have ducks, roosters, chickens, and rabbits. When … Continue reading Pulled Pork Anyone? →