"Do you want to come take your medications now?" my father asked me over the phone this afternoon."Yes, please," I replied excitedly and with great hope.
I hate having to beg and cajole my father into doing this little necessity of my life so early in the day as I normally do. Most of the time, I have to wait until after 9 pm to get them.
I drove over to my parent's house to find my father sitting out on the back deck eating lunch. It is 80°F here today. The weather is gorgeous and we are certainly having an Indian summer. Dad was eating a toasted turkey sandwich that looked so delicious.
"I am going to start a new book after lunch," my father told me as he handed me a handful of my medications."Do you want the rest of that oyster casserole?" Dad then asked.
"Yes sir," I replied. "I will take whatever you give me."
"We have lots of leftovers and I will make sure you get them," dad told me. "I will call you later to come pick them up."
I wrung my hands in devilish fashion.
image credit: http://foodmusings.ca/recipes/scalloped-oyster-casserole/
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