My Dad And The Doldrums

Put in a load of wash before breakfast. Walked to The Market for tomatoes, onions, butternut squash, and other goodies; bused back. I made my usual concoction of what amounts to stewed tomatoes (but much more flavorful than the stuff from a can) and popped it in the to cook while I had lunch.

Started over to Von's for vinegar and ran into Vickie and Mary, plus Mary's daughter, Laura, to whom I was introduced. coming in from a walk. (Ha--awkward sentence, but the hell with it!) Laura went to Cal Poly and lives in San Luis Obispo; I liked her. Vickie immediately pulled out her phone and showed me a picture of her incision from her lumpectomy on Tuesday; she's scheduled for radiation on the fifteen. I'll invite them to lunch when as it's okay for her. 

Yesterday was the seventy-first anniversary of my father's death. I posted his death certificate on Facebook and was surprised when my nephew wrote that there's an on-line book called A River Again, which mentions the accident that took his and a colleague's lives. My other nephew sent this, which I had already known about:

I'm not sure why the second part is enlarged and cut off. I know Betty had this clipping--and, in fact, actually tracked down the truck driver years ago--long story that, which I won't go into. Anyway, it was, of course, for all of us, a life-changing event. We would never be the same.

I called Jim after dinner and we chatted; he'll come over for lunch today, which should help pull me out of the doldrums.