I think he is. Said he was ok, but clutched his pacemaker. I asked him if he'd had any chest pain during the night. No. Later on, he said he didn't sleep well because he was sore around the pacemaker. He said he wasn't going to church. I told him I'd drive him if he was afraid to walk there. No.
I sat on the sofa, read the Sunday paper and watched CBS Sunday Morning. That reminds me. Did you know that Amy Winehouse died yesterday? She was 27 years old. It's kinda weird, but these people also died at that age: Kurt Cobain, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix and Jim Morrison. Weird, huh?
It makes me sad.
Welcome to my world!
My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...