Who's Paying? I Am! (part two)
My father walks every day-- EVERY day--rain or shine. Part of me wishes he'd stay home, that way we can keep an eye on him, but another part of me realizes that when he's not here I don't have to watch baseball on TV. Plus, i t would also give me a chance to sneak away and do something special with one of my grandkids. Like in January, for example, I took my granddaughter to see a special showing of The Wizard of Oz . Interestingly enough, there were mostly adults in the audience. Very few kids. A group of ladies sat next to us. They came in late, then left to go get food. They couldn’t have done that BEFORE they entered the theater? I said nothing, even though I wanted to. My granddaughter was enjoying the experience, plus this is a different time we live in. The lady who sat right next to us then answered a few text messages on her phone. It was distracting. To me, at least. Again, my granddaughter was transfixed by what was on the screen. I held my mud and said noth...