Dad went out for a haircut yesterday. He's doing tons of Physical Therapy work to strengthen and stretch. He's feeling much more like him sled as evidenced by his interest in tinkering projects around the house. He's taught me to change the air filters, wind and set the clocks, repair the cat scratching post and light the pilot light on the gas fireplace. IF ONLY I'd taken him up on his offer to let me follow him around when I was a kid, I'd know how to do EVERYTHING!
He got the absolute royal treatment from the Westen grandkids this week: a cheer ("gimme an M, gimme an I, gimme a K, gimme an E") and a fantastic rendition of "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow!"
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