For the first time since surgery Ken went to a restaurant for lunch. He has been walking but only on our outside corridor but yesterday He ventured down to the closest restaurant, and we lunched on the beach under cover at the Beach Party. We three were very festive. Fortunately we take the wheelchair when we venture forth.
Old habits die hard. After dinner last night in the apartment Suzanne and I were beginning to clean up I immediately excused myself to go to the restroom. I chuckled to myself because even if I am solely responsible for doing the dishes I always have to go to the restroom. When a girl, my sister and I always cleaned up the kitchen, did the dishes and made everything neat and tidy. I discovered that when I went to the bathroom in the beginning, my father would help out with Carol, my sister. It took a long time for both Carol and my Father to realize I had a pattern that let me out of my chores. But by then my pattern was set and now I always go to the bathroom before I do the dishes. Every so often I chuckle.
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