Everybody Poops, But...

     What's with people?  Where we live there are lots and lots of dogs, and although there are those randomly-placed doggie doo stations everywhere, it seems that some of the people who live around here either don't know how to, or don't care to use them.  Dad stepped in shit the other day while walking around one of the buildings, and he says there are piles, little monuments in varying degrees of decay and texture, all over the place.  
     Is it really that difficult, people?  You want to have the dogs, but you don't feel the need to clean up after them?  It's in the lease, and I've seen the notices, but still, every day there are more and more.  
     Yes, there are those who abide by the rules and do what's right and proper, but there are obviously enough who don't, and it's gross, unsightly, and unhealthy.  Okay, I'm done.  Sorry to go off.

How Time Flies

     Just thought I'd share a little bit to help make dad feel older.  He's gonna be a first-time grandpa in a couple of months, and then again another couple of months after that!  Way to go, you old fart.  Dad's oldest son and his wife are about to have their first child, and his oldest daughter just called him the other day to say that she's expecting a little girl!  In his mind she's still his little girl.  I remember when all the kids were little, and even I can't believe they're having kids of their own now!
     Dad's youngest, and his namesake, will be turning 21 next week, too.  Yikes!  Sorry, mom.  Get ready for some moaning and groaning.  Next up- a cane, one of those seven-day pill things, and AARP membership. I kid.  I've earned the right. Dad's got twelve years on mom, and she and I can't help but rib him now and again about their age difference.

Back To Me

     So all that lighthouse stuff is exciting, but this is MY blog, so I'm gonna redirect things.  While they're out looking for excitement, I'm back here doing my duty.  In other words, relaxing.  When we moved we sold pretty much everything we owned, so for the time being the only furniture we have in the living room is mom's favorite rocker, which goes with us everywhere, and dad's chair- and mine when mom doesn't feel like sharing the rocker.

     This chair isn't really my idea of comfortable, but at least they gave me a pillow (actually, I think the pillow is for dad's back.  The old guy's getting, well, older.)(okay, I should talk.  Whatever.) to curl up on.  It's just a cheap lawn chair dad found, but it does the trick until they pick up some new stuff.