A Dash Home

I never intended to take the RV into the cold country during the winter. I didn’t trust the winterization. But this trip to my parents was begun with no planning. We made the decision and were on the road within an hour. So when an arctic cold front slammed into the Amarillo area with several… Continue reading A Dash Home

The Deer of Tanglewood

The days here in Tanglewood with my parents have settled into a new pattern. Mary Ann handles a lot of the daily chores as we work to help them settle into a new, if more restricted, pattern. My father’s mobility is very restricted, limited to a few feet of travel with a walker. Mary Ann… Continue reading The Deer of Tanglewood

We all came home

Yesterday, the population of the Heart Hospital went down considerably. My father Gene was the only one of us on the charts, but when he checked out, so did all the relatives that had been living in those visitor chairs for the past nine days. Evening at his house was a strange party, with visiting… Continue reading We all came home