Thanks for all the continued prayers for Pop. Thanks for the humor, too, Benson. You're right. I'd not try to "rope a deer". Some might remember that story that hit the internet, fable or not--it was hilarious.
We had a very quiet, simple Christmas. I got Pop and he used his motorized chair to run up to the apartment...I followed along pushing his walker.
We had deer steaks, taters and some veggies. A piece of pumpkin pie finished our feast. I called the Aunt where we WERE to spend Christmas Dinner and she and Titus talked a bit. Later, his lady friend stopped on her return from her kids and visited.
Mid-afternoon, he was ready to head back. He really seemed to enjoy the outing and it renewed his desire to get outa rehab and back to his apartment.
Pop doesn't understand much of the internet, but appreciates knowing that there are people that he, nor I, have ever met praying for his full recovery back to independent living.
Thanks. Happy New Year to one and all.
Keep the Son in your eyes!