Happy Father’s Day to all you guys who have been a part of my life, especially my Dad, and Dad Bridge, and the great one that I chose (I guess we chose each other) and had for my life partner.
America and many parts of the world are experiencing unrest and this morning, as I was just sitting here reading a post from Hillary Clinton that showed side-by-side news images from Trump’s parade of military might and American’s Power birthday bash and the millions of Americans gathered in huge groups that showed up for peaceful No King’s Day protests. I started to bawl - overcome with deep, achy heavy-hearted tears rolling down my cheeks that even drew Joey’s attention and he came over to comfort me. What a world - full of turmoil, possibilities of war and yet, you go to the store and all seems normal (like my friend says, "a setting on the dryer".
I had a nice conversation with Tom this morning and I’m glad that we have kept our friendship going. He is a good guy and we had lots of fun adventures for a few years.
While Ben and I organizing my medications for the week and were working on some technical issues, we had a good chuckle. The background is that way back when I was a kid, my brother gave the the nickname of Schosher (maybe instead of Roser?) and that is what he always called me. This is what gave Ben and I the chuckle.
Later on when headed to their house for dinner with the family it was with me behind the wheel. It was a bit stressful but Ben said, he didn’t have to react by slamming on the ‘fake’ brakes. The guy is so good at putting a positive spin on things.
The Quinns and Bridges had a lovely visit, hung out on the deck, ate a yummy dinner and then Ben and I came home again and agreed that I was competent to drive.
