Once in awhile-now and again-this is us

I didn’t mention that we did stop to pick up my fathers medical records. there was no paump and circumstance like I thought there should be. just a blank manila envelope handed to me. “that will $4.60 cents” she says. “i  wasn’t told there would be a charge”. “yeah, there is.” I wanted to make a scene but there were big  men with guns everywhere.

so I haven’t looked at them yet, and don’t even know when I will. but at least now there is something for when I do want to.  do you want a copy ted?  celia?

anyway, I wanted to include a picture of my father. this sits in the living room.

love to you all