There's still sickness and death (it feels like it) at our house. I feel like we should put a skull and crossbones on our front door to warn innocent travelers. Both yer mom and I are still sick as ever. I feel bad 'cuz I put Grandpa up in the VA nursing center and can't visit him because I'm afraid of giving him this stuff. I couldn't even talk yesterday my throat was so sore. I hope someone has visited him. On a lighter note, yer mom and I were walking through the park just South of us last week and there were some guys putting numbered posts all around the park, in the trees, both sides of the stream. We asked them what they were for and they said it's a frizbee golf course. Something else to do when you come to visit. The grass is greening up, which means it won't be long before I have to mow it [grumble][grumble]. Peach and plumb trees are just starting to blossom.
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