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My dad. My dad is a cowboy. I'm so proud of how he's handled mom being sick. When they were married 53 years ago, he meant 'in sickness and in health' and he is doing stuff he never HAD to do, and he's doing great.
I called him to see what time I should come over (I hang out with mom, who is hanging steady for now, she's strong and brave, so he can get some things done...and get out of the house) and I told him about my stupid cheap screwdriver and he has one that he got as a gift from his company, a good one, that he never uses because as is typical he has state of the art everything in his shop. So he's gonna give that to me.
This is just an addendum. Of course my previous post was written with the usual hopes of recognized humor and a giggle or two. This post is to say what's making me happy about the situation. Right now, we are all taking every drop of happiness we can find.
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