Oh, hi there, everyone, it’s Fran. You know, it has just been so busy around here lately. We were in Hilton Head for a few weeks. Doug really likes it down there, I don’t really care for it because there are steps up to the condo and you know how I don’t like stairs. I was so happy that we got to stop in Louisville, which is only 300 miles out of our way, for some barbeque that I really love and when I spill it all over my blouse; I can pick at it all day and still get barbeque the whole trip long. Not that I remember anything of the drive, I usually sleep, and Doug really does love it when we drive.
So we were going to come back to Marion the day after Thanksgiving, but I got a call from Willie, you know, he is my youngest, he is a Doctor down in Delaware, it’s a really good hospital, really good, and it is part of the Riverside system, and that is where they airlifted me after I slipped in my new Farragamo shoes on the stairs while holding my jewelry and trying to put on my lipstick, and well, Willie was in the hospital! Of course, we had to go back to Ohio right away, who was going to feed Willie’s cats? I really love those Farragamo shoes, they are the only ones that fit my feet, I have really thin feet, and the only place I can get them is at a Thrift Store run by the Presbyterian Church.
Well, it turns out that Willie has a…a…what is it called, Doug? Oh, he isn’t here, I forgot he left a while ago. He has something called an aortic aneurism, and he had surgery the other day, I think. I was there at the hospital the whole time, even while Doug was at Willie’s apartment feeding the cats. I really love those cats, but Charlie, that is Doug’s daughter Suzann’s dog, he is so cute and he follows me everywhere, even when we are eating dinner, he just sits there at the edge of my chair, looking up at me. So Willie, we don’t know how long he is going to be in the hospital, but thank the Lord that he is fine, he was there for me when I was in the hospital, bringing me Godfather’s pizza and taking care of me.
You know, we are supposed to go see my oldest son, John, the writer, in about a month down in Tucson, and I am so worried, worried if Willie will be able to get around and feed the cats if I am not there to take care of them! I really love going to Arizona, we get a room at the Comfort Suites. Doug goes for walks, plays golf, sits in the sun and I…I…I sit in the room. We always go to Arizona on Christmas day, and we stop in Louisville, which is only 300 miles out of our way, for some barbeque that I really love and when I spill it all over my blouse; I can pick at it all day and still get barbeque the whole trip long. Not that I remember anything of the drive, I usually sleep, and Doug really does love it when we drive.
Well, here comes Doug, he is back from feeding the cats, I better go do something so he doesn’t think that I have been sitting here at the kitchen table the whole time he was gone.
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