While we sat outside my father looked very pensive. I asked him what he was thinking about. He said "Steak, roast beef, and chicken." Then he added, "But I don't have teeth."
Maybe I should take him out to a restaurant that serves juicy hamburgers. Or delicious potted chicken. The food at the nursing home isn't at all satisfying. My parents always ate well.
Beer wasn't even on the list of things he was thinking about.
Monday, March 8, 2010
relishing the sun
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