Not fun anymore
I drove my mother home, belated mother’s day duty.
Short flight back, recalling the years when it was fun. Not so much, not anymore.
I got patted down. Not really fun.
Apparently, took umbrage at my purple bandana as head gear.
Who knew, I’m a sketchy guy.
As the song goes, “Watch him folks, he’s a fairly dangerous guy, he may look dumb, but that’s just a disguise…”
Fixed moms computer problems, for the time being…
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huh–that’s how I feel about being married–not fun anymore
caregiving, long commutes, irrational behavior–not fun, never was
Lease – hand fasting ….