Sunday dinner

We had the parents over last sunday for dinner. I thought it would be good to go pick them up, that way I could help eleviate that awkward silence that I know is there when they are in the car alone. Whenever I go to mom and dads now, I go through South Weber. I love that drive, and I know that Dad always did too. When I picked them up, I put Dad in the front with me so he coud look out the window. We started down the hill toward Weber Canyon, and Dads eyes were immediatley on the mountaians, just like they always were. I saw the old Chuck there for a minute. As we passed over the Weber River, I know that there is a spot right there where Dad use to fish. I wondered if he would say something. Sure enough, as we passed by he said, "Hey, I remember that hole. Lots of good fish in there". See, the old Chuck is there! He just needs some reminders once in a while to come out.

Dad has not been eating as much lately. Not the case on sunday. Huge pale of pork loin, mashed spuds, broccoli, stuffing, and squash. Ate every bit of it! And he topped it all off an hour later with ice cream. We had them here about 5 hours. It was good for them both I think. They had their naps of course, but that is to be expected. I found a book about F-16's that I had. When I showed it to Dad, the old Chuck came out again, saying, "Thats my plane!" He sat and looked at it for a while. I forgot to send it home with him. I'll get it to him.

Overall, it was a good visit for them. Mom was not stressed at all, and she didn't nag on Dad. I think the more we can get those two out of the house the better.