I love Christmas as much as the next, but by early-February, I’m ready for Valentine’s. Or better yet, spring.
However, in New England, I notice that many people still can’t give up Christmas, even in February. 597 more words
Apparently the hospital where my father is staying is confused. Great thing for a hospital, no? *sigh*
They want to do a small procedure on my father to repair the compression fracture in his spine, & now that the nasty meds are out of his system, he agrees to get it done. 473 more words
When my mom was released from prison after that particular incarceration, she asked me to pick her up from the bus station. She needed her purse, money, her driver’s license, and to be driven to a hotel because she no longer had her apartment or many of her belongings. 984 more words