It has been raining so hard here that the rain bounces back up off the streets. This unnerves the dog as he is so close to the ground. 😜
The trip was fine, good even, but still stressful. Having Rufio with me was a huge help, as people focused on him and not me at all. Also, having him with me gives me an automatic conversation starter (not to mention an excuse to escape: "oh, he needs to go out!")
Visiting son #4 was fab, he is doing extremely well and everybody wants ink from him. He is booked solid until the new year and "No Regrets Tattoos" has been named best tattoo place 7 years running.
I was trying to cross a street in Memphis and I felt my leg go "pop" it was weird and I felt my leg just give away. I barely managed to stay on my feet. I've pulled muscle before, but this is probably the worst and it's still incredibly painful. *sigh* old sucks.
Visiting the oldest son and his family was difficult. I was exhausted by then and worn very thin by all the travel by then. And while I love this DIL, she is demanding. Her desires must be catered to and The Colonel bends over backwards for her. Still, it was nice to see them and we caught up on Stranger Things with them.
It is semi-good to be home even with the difficulties inherent in being here.
I'm kinda depressed over the political crap and am appalled by the,"race to the bottom" as someone has said.
I keep telling The Colonel I won't discuss politics with him and he keeps baiting me. I've tried just not answering him, but I will not be patronized or have my intelligence insulted. Needless to say we had a whopping big row and that has really affected me. He is quite literally the personified cliche of "old, "Christian" white privileged male. Grrrrrrr😡😰 I just wish he'd think for himself and not blindly follow political party lines and church "dictates"