GOOD TIMES, OLD TIMES, FLYING(E) TIMES
Dang it, there went time again, flying. Every time I write the word flying now, I have to delete the e I automatically add to the end. Flyinge. (where I live, you know) We spent most of yesterday evening watching three old videotapes that Anders’ mom gave us when we were dropping her off yesterday after her appointment at the physical therapist (hers was after mine, my arm is MUCH better, thank goodness). She’s slowly cleaning out some of Einar’s closet junk and getting rid of stuff. One was a video Anders had made shortly after he moved downtown to...