Wild Blue Yonder

I haven't posted in ages. I feel like a total slacker when compared to my friend lisascenic, who chronicled her and her husband's story in detail, while I can't manage to post over a couple of months. However, The Man (my father) is doing well, has been discharged into my care, and we're learning together how to live as a recovering stroke patient. He's ready to live life as his former self. I know the reality.

My sister and I try to mitigate as much of the daily routine as possible, as much to keep him from getting bored as anything else (like burning down my house). One of these activities was to take him to Bristol, TN to a NASCAR stock car race a couple of weekends ago. We had a blast. However, we had a special incentive as well.

Thing 2's class has a project they participate in about a character called Flat Stanley. Flat gets flattened by a bulletin board at school one day, and is fine with the exception of be really, really flat. Flat decides to use this to his advantage and mails himself places to have exciting adventures. Thing 2 had already mailed his "Flats", but I contacted his teacher and told her where we were going and if it would be okay to take a Flat. She thought is was a great idea. So, there were the four of us at Bristol Speedway. Sweet Soul Sister, The Man, me, and Flat. We had a great time.