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.
