Two weeks post colectomy, Mom and Dad were grounded for Thanksgiving, for which we were grateful so we could see them on our Ferguson year. It was the perfect visit filled with cooking and sports, homeschool and piano, shooting and decorating, designing Christmas cards and looking at old family pictures in the attic.
This was quite the conversation, I assure you, full of all sorts of hand gestures on both sides.
Dad was doing remarkably well considering his major surgery.
Back in C'ville for the Friday night Commonwealth Cup,
it took us ONE hour to get through the metal detectors, thus we missed the entire first quarter! Although it was a boring game, it was worth it to chant....
"14-in-a-row!"
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