Robin is here

I flew into Harlingen today, and drove up to Corpus. I got to the hospital early afternoon and spent some time with Dad. He is having a great day, and looked good. He was sitting up the whole time I was there, was in good spirits, and took two walks before I left at 6. He requested an apple muffin for the morning, so his appetite is good, and although he griped about the hospital food, he ate everything on his tray except his broccoli.

We talked about his and Norma's travels, books, and about his old sailboat, the bad habit, which is moored just across the street from the hospital.

Now I am just hoping for an equally good day for dad tomorrow.

During the afternoon, I went across to check into the Kieschnick Guest House, where I achieved the status of rock star guest when the host,  J, (can't remember her whole name)  found out I was Dr. Ron's sister and Roger's daughter.  I was given a personal tour of the facilities,  J asked if I was driving Roger's Blazer, and  also wanted to know if Ron's wife was as nice as he. I told her that Ron came out on the winning end of that deal, and that they also had four amazing kids. She checked me into the same room Ron had, since she assumed that I, like my brother, would need internet access (only available on one side of the hallway apparently).

I picked Norma up tonight and we went to one of my favorite restaurants (Snoopy's) for dinner. Afterward I went back with Norma to hang out with my half-sisters, Ginger Marie and Chiquita Anne. I am now sitting in the room, blogging, and would theoretically be drinking a bottle of chardonnay out of the one blue glass I bought a HEB if it weren't against the rules to have alcohol in the guest house. Guess I am going to have to finish the theoretical bottle and smuggle it out tomorrow before I go get dad's breakfast.

Glad to be here, glad dad is looking good, and thinking that before I leave I need to go shopping for a pair of cowboy boots. Kelly, where did you get yours down here?

Peace and Love,
Robin