Nov 29, 2016 13:37
"Vacation" while unemployed means "sponging off visiting my parents in California" for two weeks.
Given the tendency of pounds to flee in terror in the presence of The World's Greatest Weight Watcher, I am unsuprised to have lost five and a half pounds over Thanksgiving. Mom's not judging my second portions, she just taught Captain America his Disappointed Face, despite being some 20 years too young.
Dad is 94, not 95, and has finally had his driving privileges revoked except for every morning when he gets the paper.
Tiger, their cat, has either through age or overeating lost the ability to jump up on the HE washing machine, even for treats. My money's on overeating, since he still jumps on everything else not involving a narrow ledge en route.
Parents managed to confine themselves to thoughtful, hella pointed observations in lieu of lectures, for which I am grateful and of which I am very proud. I only had to turn 55 for it to happen!
Other than creeping old age, all is well at the family homestead.
Also, I discovered trekking poles. They make all the difference!
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