FOR TTHE MOMENT in Postcards 4

There are those moments that make you laugh. Same shoe, same size. And same color. Sixteen years apart. What more could one want.

My breakfast was wonderfully rich and very Mexican. Just perfect topped off with buttered flour tortillas. George, with his healing hand, had F8…bacon, sausage, Italian sausage, and a few veggies with his eggs…a frittata.

There is little to discuss these days. Medical things. Meals eaten out. Medical things. Which nurse is coming when. And medical things. George has found a new game to play. His granddaughter Zoe loves the game too. Such enthusiasm over breakfast on Father’s Day. Margot and I laughed together over this.

Himself: EVE online. He has sound now too and is playing with a flock of others.
Myself: 10: Wound care nurse. 12: Lunch. 3:30: PT.
Reading: Ballard.
Watching: KPBS: GBBS.
Photo: Mine: Father’s Day.
Gratitude’s: For the day. For the sun coming out.