A few weeks ago, the dialysis facility changed Dad's chair time, making it fifteen minutes later. This would have been very, very welcome a few weeks earlier, when we were invariably having to wait. However, at the time they made the change it was insane since they had finally gotten their act together and eliminated his wait. Today, we were more than ten minutes early, and had to wait those ten, plus another thirty minutes. It doesn't help that his attendant, while very sweet, lies every time she opens her mouth, often contradicting the previous lie that came out of her mouth. But they got their act together once; presumably they can do it again. Color me unhappy, however.
Also, Dad's left knee has been balky lately. Since Margaret got shingles, they haven't been going out, so he's walking around the house to get some exercise. Hopefully, it's just a minor strain that will clear up soon. Hopefully, so will Margaret's shingles. No fun at all.
I could of course edit yesterday's post (still can, mind you) but that wasn't an autoharp, it was a sitar. I hadn't noticed the picture before, which is the only indication of the instrument you're playing apart from the sound. I did notice it didn't sound much like an autoharp, but it doesn't sound much like a sitar either. This isn't to say that it doesn't sound cool, though; it really does!
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