I tend to think going from doctor and hospital appointments as traveling to and fro, or maybe a journey hither and thither. However, I just try to relax while my gal drives me to my destination. Notice the word ‘try.’ But it does give me a chance to espy a few bumper snickers along the way.
One noticed on Herndon Avenue made me think of my father-in-law, Ted Sanderson, who turns 94 tomorrow. It read: YOU CAN’T SCARE ME — I HAVE 3 DAUGHTERS (Charlotte, My Gal, and Paula).
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What is that stuff? Racer, the dog, awoke yesterday to fetch the paper. He took a few steps outside, stopped, looked around and immediately came back indoors where he shook the rainwater off his silver, fawn-colored fur.
Plied with promise of a bone, I never remembered him moving so fast to the driveway and back to retrieve the news. He was thankful for the snack and we’re thankful for the rain (finally). Though little, one can only hope it is the beginning of a wet spring...