Also, Chaco turned 22 this week. He's been busy with a "winterim" class, so we're planning to get together later today for a little hoopla, nothing major.
As Chaco says, "After 21, birthdays aren't such a big deal". I don't have any memory of my own 22nd birthday.
Chaco in the tent on Christmas Eve ----->
Looks like some sort of survival inquisition.
Speaking of aging, my 91-year-old dad fell and cut his head this week. He lives in a nursing home, and was tended to in a timely fashion. He's got a ton of stitches on his forehead, though.
I really do wish he lived closer to us, and I was about to, again, encourage him to move. But as I talked to him, he reiterated how much he appreciates his caregivers and living in our slow little hometown, all things considered.
So I'm glad he's feeling okay. I asked if they'd given him painkillers for his head wound, and he said "No, it doesn't even hurt", and I'm thinking they probably gave him something without mentioning it.
Also this week, I took Meego to the eye doctor. He was overdue. Of course, he doesn't tell me he's overdue, I'm just left to figure it out. Like when we're at a fast food place and he doesn't know what to order because he can't see the menu in back of the counter.
So I ask him, "Do you wear your glasses in school?"
"No, they're too small". News to ME.
So I took him into this new practice that Magnum found after our vision insurance changed. It's a nice place, and I waited as Meego was put through the paces. He later emerged with the new eye doctor - a rather small, fit looking man. He handed me the paperwork to take to the optician, and I noticed the doctor's name looked familiar in an uncommon-name-that-I've-seen-somewhere kind of way.
It was familiar because it's the same last name of a local female runner who wins a lot of races. And it was also familiar because I remember running in a local 10K race a couple of years ago where two other runners - one man, one woman - and I spent the last couple miles vying for position in our own little mini race of the old folks.
We ended up with the man crossing first, with me behind, and the other woman close after me. Afterward, we all thanked each other for a fun finish to the race and that was that. I learned that the man was the father of that young woman who takes overall wins almost all the time.
And it was him - the eye doctor - I realized after the appointment. I felt he was kinda looking at me like, "Do I know you??" as he was talking to me about Meego's exam
This photo is from the race gallery from a stretch where I was leading the good doctor, with some fun loving 5k'ers in the background. I was having to frequently push my glasses up the bridge of my nose. His shades are probably super custom fit!
Anyway, since we kind of bonded during that race, Dr. G is giving Meego free eyecare.
No he's not, but it would've been a fun twist to the digressive story.