Spock

Dad woke me up just past 7:00 am by coming through the living room to go outside to catch his ride to church. When I saw him in his suit and tie, I told him it was Saturday, not Sunday, catching him by surprise. I guess the stresses of the past few weeks have gotten to him, too, causing him to get the days-of-the-week mixed-up.

He was horrified that he had made such a mistake — he's always been that way, very logical and more like a machine sometimes than a man, it's just his nature.I assured him that everyone gets a little confused like that sometimes, especially when life is heaping stresses upon us. If it weren't for his temper, Dad would be Spock.

Caring for Mom is getting to be quite a chore because she changes her mind so often. For instance, she seemed excited about eating two particular foods for supper but by the time I went into the kitchen and cooked them, she decided that wasn't what she wanted after all. So, she ate only one bite of one item and three bites of the other and would not eat any more. And, of course, nothing else in the way of food sounded good to her, either.



Today, we move closer to Glassy Mountain (see yesterday's blog entry) and see it as it appears from atop Crescent Hill. When the new Junior High School was built not far from my parents' house, I walked to school most days over this hill and saw this very view of Glassy Mountain.

It was also from atop this hill that the previous photo of "The Three Sisters" was made (see blog entry: DEJA MOO, 10-07-08).




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