950 Nights

    That's how long it's been since he slept in his own bed, almost 2 and a half years ago now. Once in a while he'll say he'd like to be home sleeping in his own bed, but he realizes he can't. The transfer from wheelchair to bed involves two staff members and the Easy-lift.
     He asked about Don again tonight, and I told him Don  was doing well, wants to come home, and that might happen soon. He said he felt sorry for him because he wasn't home yet.
     And 950 mornings have also passed. He always said Good Morning to me no matter what issues there may have been. No longer any Good Night's either.

New Friend...

The back story:  I sold on ebay a book of games and sent it in a candy box from Christmas. It fit nicely. I got an email from Doug, who was elated to receive a box of delicious chocolates, but found only a game book when he opened it, and said he was mad at me.  He said he thought it was from his ex reaching out to  him.  Only kidding though, and he told me a lot of his life story. So I responded, said his email made me laugh. and just now I got this. It may not be readable, but funny nonetheless.
     Well, I did almost laugh, but now I'm in tears.
***I'd only said his first email made me laugh, difficult to do in these days. I was watching the Impeachment at the time.

Doing the Math

6,400 x 30= 192,000   
              End of January 2020 will be 30 months.
              Daily rate is /was 207.

Cop-Stop ala PD Live

   First Friday of the new year, and I was on my way to see Dave. I'd filled my gas tank and adjusted for time so my return trip would not take me into the sunset.  Glare is now my enemy. As I drove in the area near Pine Lake, I saw flashing lights in my rear view mirror. I pulled over, expecting the  car would pass me, but instead it  stopped behind me. The officer got out and approached my car, where I had muted the radio and lowered the window.
  "How are you?" he asked, and I said I was good. "Do you know why I stopped you?" Before I could say much more than no, he, pointing to my windshield, answered his own question. "Your inspection has expired, " he said, adding, "You probably haven't noticed?' That was true. I hadn't.
   Then, after asking if it was my car, he asked if I had my license and registration with me. I did, but told him my license was in my pocketbook on the floor behind me, and I'd have to get out to get it. Well, then, just your registration, he said. I keep my registration and insurance card in a separate envelope in the glove box, but all he wanted was my registration, which he took with him back to his vehicle, for whatever they do there.
    He returned in a short time and handed me my registration. He advised me to get the inspection taken care of right away. "Your sticker is yellow," he said. The new ones are either red or blue. Yours sticks out like a sore thumb, so you're going to keep getting stopped."   I said thank you and continued on my way.
   When I returned about an hour and a half later, I noticed the unmarked police vehicle had 2  cars lined up in the area where I had been stopped, and the officer was "interviewing" a third driver. Taking his message to heart, I drove directly to the closest inspection station.  As I signaled to make the left turn in, I saw a NYS Trooper had a car stopped right in the parking lot of the garage. So I drove my car down to the very end of the lot. I couldn't get an appointment until the following Monday morning, so I spent that weekend as a criminal.
   

Eye of the Beholder

   When I was very young, I used to tell her she was "the prettiest mommy in the whole world."  Of course, I outgrew that stage, but now I can see why I

thought so.

Ryan, I have your jacket...

View from the Bridge Winter Version

That log has been balancing for a while.