My father is similar to me in many ways. Last week my mother went in for a heart procedure.
She was released with little fanfare. My father had no symptoms but went in for a similar test. He wasn't released and the operation was two days ago.
I saw him yesterday. He was alert and had his personality. He knew that I gave a relative in need way too much money to change my car battery. It would be nice if I saw my car, but Drummaster clearly knows the difference between 4 and 6 cylinders. He has lost weight and is trying to grow a beard. He has 90 credits in criminal justice and is doing well.
Sunbeam is truly special and offered to make the Shabos dinner. My mother joked that my cooking and driving are more dangerous than the heart procedure. Oddly, my father likes industrial food and swears by the kosher meal at the hospital. He was irritated that the TV coverage was 24/7 Michael Jackson. He was also aware of the Yankees score and Pinella telling Milton Bradley to get out of his uniform.
I am going to make a care package with Sunbeam to send to camp. A comic book, some chocolates and some very light reading should do the trick. Rav Roov's son is in Israel studying the Talmud. It seems to be his passion and he is a good kid. I wish this were another passion that
one could make a living with. He has a good personality and will likely end up in a sheltered religious atmosphere.
I enjoyed my trip to the city. Something about me tells tourists I am a local. I took some young
students who pestered me to the Forbidden Planet. It is too bad that in that Comic Book and science fiction haven there really are not Beakerambo products. I want to say that the Japanese comics are either too cute or x rated.
My father will be fine but no driving for five weeks should be hard on him. He also has to sit in the back seat. It is better that his procedure was in the summer as he can walk around. Sadly the nearest kosher place is one mile uphill and he can't cary more than 5 pounds.