On Mother's Day, my 80-year-old father ran himself over with his tractor, shattering his pelvis. He spent the better part of two months in hospitals, happy not one bit. But miracle of miracles, he didn't have to have surgery, and now enjoys a full recovery. On Saturday, he's throwing a barbecue in thanks for all the people who visited and supported him before resuming his life, which will look the same as he would have expected back in early May.
I don't post much on the weekends anyway (and there's a regular post scheduled for later today), so I don't think anyone will notice. But that's where I'll be, should anything arise. See you Monday--
Old Scrooge is flying off the shelf this year
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