So yeah, it WAS fun. Dad's appointment went no problem at all. We were dreading having his eyes dilated, and he did have, but he didn't have any problems with it except he had trouble seeing or getting around unless all the lights were on. While Malcolm and I waited, Anne called to propose going out for early supper. Dad preferred Outback Steakhouse and as late as we could manage, so we went over to Margaret's to hang out and wait. Malcolm brought Margaret's notebook computer up to date after 7 months in abeyance and we watched TV.
Outback was pleasant. For some reason they had the air conditioning on and it was flaming death (well; not literally) getting them to turn it off. Also the steaks were cold. But we had a pleasant time. Unfortunately, service was unbelievably slow and I had to abandon them to get to Drinking Liberally on time. Where... nobody showed up. Still a commitment's a commitment.
Upshot is that Dad's vision is fine. He can keep his license. He thinks he's going to be driving and no one can dissuade him; I'm hoping this turns out to be wrong. Doctor just wants him taking fish oil with vitamins. Sounds like a super idea in any case. His balance was OK, and he said several times (in between complaining about the bitter coffee) that he was glad he chose Outback. So that was fun.
Meanwhile, Margaret and he want to go to the New Year's Eve dance at the Senior Center. Much as I love the idea, they neither of them are getting around that well and we don't have a couple of NFL linebackers handy to keep them from falling. At the same time, for the first time in my life, there is actually something I want to do on New Year's Eve. (George Clinton and Parliament Funkadelic are going to be on Main St.) So I feel like a heel, but at the moment I'm putting the kibosh on it. Maybe we'll find a way. That would be neat.
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