The Weekend

Saturday, we went to a great picnic put on by my dear husband’s company. It was 1-1/2 hours to drive there, in the Santa Monica Mountains to the east of Malibu. Three swimming pools, a foam field (foam where the kids could slide and play—sort of like snow, but for warm weather), volleyball, soccer, a water maze with water-powered weaponry, a rock-climbing-bounce thingy, three or four bounce houses, pony and merry-go-round rides awaited us for our entertainment. The party planners also made dinner: BBQ ribs, chicken and hotdogs, plus roasted corn on the cob, potato salad, green salad, fruit salad, make-your-own sundae buffet, popsicles, along with popcorn Yummm, yummm!. Mickey & Minnie Mouse, and some of their friends made appearances, too! It was great fun and we were all sun-tanned and tired at the end.

Yesterday, I made dinner for my dad and found out he couldn't eat it. We think he may have had another stroke, or that a new medicine he’s taken for a few weeks has deleteriously affected him, but we won't know till he sees the doc tomorrow. Last night he seemed unable to get food to his mouth, or drink out of a glass. His milk spilled out the left side of his mouth while he tried to drink it. He kept leaning his head to the left as if to catch it--once I thought he'd fall off his chair trying to catch the milk. I felt so bad for him. He seemed so very out of balance, both mentally and physically. It's hard to watch him get worse and worse so slowly.
Time to go; my may-ann is home and hungry.