“The RoseBouquet”

Dad and I have had a fairly normal week, doing things the way we’ve been used to, with Dad just taking a lot longer at things like getting dressed in the morning. Mostly he’s been sleeping in his recliner all day, except for meals.

This afternoon however, he has an appointment with the specialist. A lot depends on his approach. If this doctor orders a lot of tests, we’ll be busy with those for a while. If he can give us clear answers today, I’ll be especially grateful.

This Friday my brother Ernie, a diesel mechanic, is coming from Winnipeg for a short visit. Apparently he’s signed up to be the bus driver for a gaggle of teens from their church, which are coming to Saskatoon for a youth retreat weekend. So his main concern was, would he be allowed to park this big 60 passenger bus on the street in front of our house?

I can’t see why not. In summer time neighbours sometimes have guests arrive in their big coaches, and they park on the street. The only problem is when we’re having a big snowstorm. The plows like the cars to be off the street then, so they don’t clip them.

In the past I’ve written articles for the RoseBouquet about Dad. For the benefit of new readers, I’ve decided to pull up a couple and let you have a close-up look at Dad. The one for today is about the story-telling Grandpas. Dad is just like his Dad in that regard.