Yesterday was our Thanksgiving Day with The Masons. I dropped off G in Bowmanville to go golfing with the "BOYS" and I went to B&K's in Port Hope to spend the afternoon with the "WOMEN". (If you knew my family you would understand the DIFFERENCE.)
It was a misty day and I wasn't sure the guys would have a good time out there on the course but I guess there was enough flatulence between the four of them to keep them warm. That and the fact that Uncle B almost brained some guy with a hidden corner drive...or something to that effect.
I had a good time catching up with the ladies; hearing about what was going on while I was away and recounting a few stories of my SF adventure.Dinner was a laugh a minute, as it usually is with my cousin T around. I swear this guy needs his own show. I've told him that once he gets a name for himself as a chef I'm going to get him on TV because really people, he needs to be shared with the world!
My Aunt K made the meal which, as usual, was fantastic. There was a squash number that I particularly loved!! By the time we were done we had to go on an extended walk around the block to make room for pie!
The sad part came for me when I remembered walking arm in arm with my dad last year during our "post-feast" walk around the block. Dad and I talked about the upcoming Overcoat-Hartford contract as well as Christmas and our plans for New Years. It's hard to think back on those time and know that our relationship will forever be changed because of the events of June 16th.
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On that note; we had a meeting with my dad's "team" last Friday and I think it went pretty well. To be honest they didn't really tell me much about his progress that I couldn't see for myself. His mobility is better. His dexterity is better. His memory doesn't have a lot of carry over but he does seem to be somewhat more conversational.
The good thing that I did take away from the meeting was something his doctor told us. She said that this type of injury is not something that we see results from quickly. It's a very long process, sometimes up to two years, but the stats are pretty good. Now she wouldn't go so far as saying he would make a full recovery and become the man he was before the heart attack, but I did get the impression that there was a great deal that could be re-learned and retained. So, I am once again filled with guarded optimism which I was feeling a little drained of before the meeting.
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Has the heat been turned on recently and that's changed the smell of the environment? Does your basement neighbour notice a change in smell? Has she/you checked for mould (my friends who just bought a house in Keswick, as well as Jay's sister and husband in Parkdale, went through a horrible time with mould problems)?
As far as the beard, Jay's beard gets a smell, but it's usually the same "nutty" (i know that sounds yuck but it's nice), but it doesn't really change... maybe a new kind of cologne?
I'm void of any definite answers, believe it or not.
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