|Morning mist at the Floody Place out back, 3/17/2012|
|Dew Gems on a Tendril, 3/17/2012|
My poor father thinks he's a U.S. spy in Germany along with an old friend of his (who has been dead many years) and when he saw us come into his new room at the nursing home, he was surprised that we got through the lines and checkpoints to get there. (My Fred assured him that we had all of our papers in order.) He was surprised that our son had not yet been drafted...Hitler is dead, but still the war was going on...just differently. I'd like to believe these imaginings are the result of his reading a treasure trove of novels over the years...and I'd rather he be living in a fantasy than mourning his loses...it's his way of dealing with it...or it's just the dementia taking him away from me piece by piece...eventually, there will be a day he won't know who I am. This time he still did.
To make a long story short...our son's car died...here's the photos from the week...
|a boy and his old car, "Lillian", 3/13/2012|
|Happy trails, Lillian!|
|My parent's Mustang, the "new" car, Max is giving her a sniff over. I think her name is "Nell", tho' "Tilly" would be a good one too. 3/14/2012|
It's enough to make my head spin...
I don't know if I'll ever understand the 'how come' of any of this...it's been bittersweet. Visiting my father, picking up his car and bringing it home, walking around their backyard and enjoying the beautiful day...the flowers...
|The little purple crocus growing in my parent's backyard 3/14/2012|
|They're lovely...and my mother would've loved seeing them. 3/14/2012|
|Little bugs flitting in the sunset, 3/17/2012|