All that is in my head right now is Washington Irving's Rip Van Winkle... and the fact that I hate online scrabble.
The house is empty without my father.
We saw him today after his "operation"
He seemed peaceful.
Oh! The student nurse met me in the elevator.
She told me she washed him this morning... and made certain that his legs were stretched out!
Sure enough they were.
I love her now.
I am sad that my father will probably not eat normally again. but... maybe it's a little good as well?
He can no longer get food in his lungs...
no more spoon wars
no more 2 hour lunches
I am not certain what to write about anymore. I want to continue this blog for a year... but... what do I write?!
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