Jingle this

I’m gonna tell you how it’s gonna be
You’re gonna give your love to me
I wanna love you night and day
You know my love not fade away
Well, you know my love not fade away

the middle aged and the old and the young and the restless

I haven’t said much lately about our newest houseguest. Partly because I’m tired, or busy, or just don’t have anything much to say.

Unfortunately, she has come to that horrible crossroads where fixed income meet health problems and the skyrocketing cost of care. I know I’m not nearly the only one dealing with this, nor is she, and don’t want to whine or even joke too much about the situation. It’s not fair to our family, who in the next months will be making some very tough decisions.

I probably won’t say much more about all that; it’s dawning on all of us that she probably can’t go home, and it’s hard to imagine her staying here for very long. We’ll figure something out.

And, if you’ve read this far, you deserve a little Calvination.

Mutter-in-law

I say, and you think…

  1. Master :: Cylinder
  2. Tour :: Bus
  3. Input :: Output
  4. Downtown :: Uptown
  5. Pricey :: Hotel (downtown)
  6. Acceptable :: Risk
  7. Terrace :: at the pricey hotel
  8. Sunday :: Football
  9. Payoff :: unlikely
  10. Jack and Jill :: spilled their water, their HMO wouldn’t pay for anything