Returning home (MY home)

Just got done IMing with Laurie in Ohio, trying to work out details of visiting in a week or two. It's quite distracting to have to try to type and deal with acid reflux that feels like it's eating my throat out.

This has been a problem these last few months if I'm active around the house and then come up and throw myself on the bed to type on the iBook. Gets me every time. This week I can finally start working on that stuff, now that my shoulder doesn't hurt quite so much. It helps to be able to move both arms when one is driving, and I was mostly able to do so.

The drive down tonight was pretty uneventful. I stopped off in Frederick and got the cats some catfud, since I figured they'd be mostly out. They were, but just recently, so there was no whining and no panic. Margaret was turkeyed up behind the toilet in the bathroom and ran into the closet when I came in to check on her. She isn't hissing or anything like that any more, but still refuses to purr. I think it's time for drugs, as in, pure catnip.

My father is getting slower and weaker. He barely lasts into the evening now... has to go to sleep fairly early. I stopped back at their house this morning before getting on the road, and my father reminded me to go visit my mother at the cemetery a mile or so up the street. I told him I already had, because, well... I had. Christmas afternoon, I drove over. They had a chain across the main drive of the cemetery just inside the gate, blocking it to cars (I think they just didn't want to plow it) so I walked the two hundred yards back to where she is. Since my last visit, an old guy was laid in the space nearby. He lived to be 82... it was a last name I recognized, though I didn't know him in particular.

My father is not yet 70.