A week ago, friends helped pack and move my dad to our home.
By evening, he was somewhat settled in and woke the next day to attend church with us.
Monday, the professional estate sale personnel began pricing thousands of items left in his home.
Tuesday, we went to check out the progress.
The estate tag sale began on Thursday.
To keep cold symptoms from becoming more serious, Dad stayed here.
We put a jigsaw puzzle together to keep our minds off what was going on "back at the ranch".
Friday afternoon we checked in and ended the afternoon with all my siblings and their spouses
at a local restaurant.
Returning home, it really FELT like home for him, I believe.
This afternoon I found him sitting at his desk paying bills and doing some paper work.
Antibiotics have kicked in, and he is feeling more like himself.
How I love sharing morning devotional times with Gary and Dad!
My zeal for cooking and serving good meals that had waned has been revived.
Table games now are three-way instead of two.
What a difference a week makes!