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Saw a small version of that rubber ducky in my brother-in-laws garden last night while exchanging dark myths with a minister from Jamai-Ka ... where she was previously an MP and cabinet minister .. a true form of black spirituality!

Few underlying attributes understand where we're coming from ... lupin back ... texts ...
 
On friday, I had visited my dad and taken him to a doctors appointment around lunch time. He wasn't happy related to the appointment but such is life.

In the evening he called to tell me he needed new shoes. I said that I would take him shopping on Saturday.

Saturday morning , he called.

"Thanks. You must have slipped in while I was asleep"

I am confused as I hadn't. "Sorry, what?"

"They're great. Really like them. Great shoes. Comfortable. Thank you" .

My mind is spinning. What?

"Yup, put them on, they're great."

I said. ""OK, shall I see you later? " and the conversation ends.

I am left wondering.. Did he ask someone else to buy him shoes? His feet are hard to fit. How on earth?

Later, I go to visit him.
Arrive at the home.
Look at his feet.
They're his black shoes. Been wearing these black shoes or his runners for a long while.

Sit down and he is telling me how comfortable these new shoes are.

D'oh. It's just his dementia. He had forgotten he had these shoes though he has been regularly wearing them.

"Glad you like them, Dad."
 
Saw a small version of that rubber ducky in my brother-in-laws garden last night while exchanging dark myths with a minister from Jamai-Ka ... where she was previously an MP and cabinet minister .. a true form of black spirituality!

Few underlying attributes understand where we're coming from ... lupin back ... texts ...

Luck and Bache?
 
On friday, I had visited my dad and taken him to a doctors appointment around lunch time. He wasn't happy related to the appointment but such is life.

In the evening he called to tell me he needed new shoes. I said that I would take him shopping on Saturday.

Saturday morning , he called.

"Thanks. You must have slipped in while I was asleep"

I am confused as I hadn't. "Sorry, what?"

"They're great. Really like them. Great shoes. Comfortable. Thank you" .

My mind is spinning. What?

"Yup, put them on, they're great."

I said. ""OK, shall I see you later? " and the conversation ends.

I am left wondering.. Did he ask someone else to buy him shoes? His feet are hard to fit. How on earth?

Later, I go to visit him.
Arrive at the home.
Look at his feet.
They're his black shoes. Been wearing these black shoes or his runners for a long while.

Sit down and he is telling me how comfortable these new shoes are.

D'oh. It's just his dementia. He had forgotten he had these shoes though he has been regularly wearing them.

"Glad you like them, Dad."

Some people loose their shue and some loose sol ... disastrous options !

Where do lost shue s'go same place as denied th'oughts? The mine d' is such a stranger to us ... but yet always there observing sublimely the humor of hoo m'ns ...
 
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My grandson's grandfather on his dad's side came to Canada not knowing a soul when

he was 17.Went back for a visit a few years ago - first time.
 
Seelercat went home Sunday. All week he had been disappearing somewhere in the house for hours at a time, and we didn't worry about it. Then Seelergirl phoned - they were settled at home after their vacation, would we come out for a swim and bring the cat. So Seelerman began calling and loking for him After a bit I joined the search, using a flashlight. under beds, in closets. Finally I found him, behind an old craft project in the spare room closet. He hadn't finished his nap and didn't want to be disturbed. Seelerman reached in to get him; and got a scratch on his hand. By the time he washed off the blood and found some leather gloves, Seelercat had decided to come out and walk around a bit. Then he spotted his cage and made a beeline for behind the livingroom couch. We waited. Eventually he came out but when we approached him he ducked under the table and evaded us by moving around the legs of chairs. Again we pretended we weren't interested. He came out when he noticed me making a trail of kitty treats. He had his head and shoulders in the cage before he noticed, and before he could turn around in cramped quarters I pushed his hind end and shut the door. He cried pitifully all the way home.
We're going to miss that cat.
 
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