Prayers for Bob's mom...

If you want to have a good chuckle, picture this...Bob and I ventured out on our own again today. We went to Costo. When we got there, we needed to figure out how we can get from the car to the entrance. Inside the entrance will be automatic carts for us to ride through the store. Luckily, there was a push cart right beside our parking spot.

So, we proceeded to use the push cart like a walker. However, instead of one of us pushing, we both got behind the cart, alternated hands on the handle, and slowly walked in. We were laughing so hard, I think people were looking at us laughing, instead of our clumsy gate.

When we got to the door, I think the attendant felt sorry for us that we didn't have to show our membership card. She probably thought, "If those two people put that much effort into coming to the store, they must be members."

We motored around the store in the automatic carts getting all the things we needed; all the food was in my cart, and all others were in t's. Our train gave people something to laugh at.

Bob's short-term memory still sucks. His memory of our location still sucks. He told me today, "Why don't you share some of whatever you're smoking, because we left the state and now we are back in Oregon."

Healing prayers are needed for Bob's Mom. On their travels back to Iowa from Oregon, she fell and broke her leg (in Nebraska). She had surgery to put in pins and screws. She's doing fine now. The therapists already have her up and walking.