Red death stalks abroad...somewhere else perhaps...
Dad is home and doing just dandy. he's pretty much his old self, and despite the clothing irritating his burns and the disabled hand (except for 2 fingers), he's downright chipper. we bought him a wig for his now real short hair. I guess I'll be helping him during the mornings sometimes since he'll be falling behind in his business. I'm so glad he's ok, I knew he would cuz he's a tough guy, but its female nature to worry and fuss so much, tho i thought he'd flip because of all the attention. he hates to be babied.
I got another poem published by Noble House. I told dad i was going to dig up some of his old poems in the attic and send them in. I ordered the book with my poem in it for father's day next year since it won't be published til winter of 2008.
I got another poem published by Noble House. I told dad i was going to dig up some of his old poems in the attic and send them in. I ordered the book with my poem in it for father's day next year since it won't be published til winter of 2008.