Tink

The days here at Mom & Dad's house are beginning to meld together and each day is much like the previous, but with a slightly different set of circumstances with which to deal. Therefore, I went through my blog and added the "day of the week" to the last few entries. Perhaps continuing to post the "day of the week" in addition to the date will help me keep straight in my head exactly what day it is.

Since today was Sunday, Dad went to church. He always rides to the church with the lovely neighbor lady across the street and rides home with various folk that went to church that Sunday. With Mom sleeping very late, this gave me a teensy bit of time to myself with a quiet house. To me, that is essential once in a while, lest I go completely nuts.

Speaking of nuts, there are several small, unrelated things that I'd like to mention now, things so inconsequential to the big picture that they have been neglected.

 I had forgotten about all the oak trees around my parents' house. At odd times of day during the early autumn, and frequently at night, acorns can be heard falling off the trees and rolling down the roof. The first time I heard it this year, I thought, "WTF?" until I remembered that sound from my childhood.

 It was my aunt — not my father — who stuffed the shirt in the back door. I had wrongly assumed it was my father because it is just like something he would do, but Mom told me about it one day. I keep meaning to tell my brother that little tidbit, but forget to mention it every time we talk 'cuz we're usually talking about more important stuffs.

 As far as (E.F.) and (R.F.) know now, I am my own wife. ~cough~



Tinkerbelle.
I  Tink!
Heck, I want to be Tink when I grow up.



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