Carlton brought his head to our office at the hospital on Tuesday to get a professional look-see. And to get a few more tasteful flesh colored band-aids. For some reason, he doesn’t care for the nice red ones that I got on sale at Walgreens. (One of our co-workers took this with her iPhone. I don’t look 5 pounds too big in this photo – but trust me I am.)
I am not getting up at 0430 hours tomorrow to watch the royal wedding. The Space Shuttle – well, 1547 is a much better time. But, I am not sure about watching that either. I am always too afraid that I’ll be watching something blow up. That said – I would love to go along for the ride. I am not afraid of being blown up… just don’t want to see other people being blown up.
A nice time was had at the 80th birthday party. Only Carlton and I and one other couple did not live in some very up scale old folks “asylum” or the other. But, they all seems very happy in their asylums. Each of them had reasons for thinking their choice was the “best”. All of these people still drive cars, set on corporate boards, belong to country clubs etc. But several have spouses who had moved on to the “care” units in their asylums.
I continue to think of our rented apartment with the great view, wonderful staff, public transportation and deli downstairs as my version “assisted living”.