Two out of three isn’t bad? Pa Wetzel beat the IRS in one deal, and we were celebrating his birthday, and Ma Wetzel implied she was randy. [Thanks for that image.>
I worked, then I played, then I listened as my mother tried her usual line, “I feel like a steak, you know….” [She **is** a \\vegetarian\\ – curious leading comment.>
We had dinner at some fancy place, then when we got the folks home, I presented my father with a new cane, then I booked it on out of there, had a Sagittarius to see about a cat.
Got a call a few minutes, later, my father’s older sister passed away. Pretty hard on my dad, too.
Which means, instead of heading back to Austin, I’m off for points north for a funeral.
Can’t say I’m terribly sad. My concern is for my father, and immediate family, not my aunt. I saw her not long ago – in El Paso. She was the one who wanted to confront the judge, right then and there, about a ticket I got while I was driving them around southern New Mexico.
Funny story, too.
I’m at a loss, and I had many funny observations left over from the corporate gig, all Scorpio – for starters.
