Mom lent us her car, and Madame Oui and I called into Grandma and Grandpa’s. Spent a few hours there catching up. Afterwards, Madame Oui and I went to Wildwood Park, where we went for a nice autumnal stroll. Ended up at a craft store, where we spent too much time, and had to briskly walk back to the car. It was dark by the time we left. Grandpa had the following poem in his workshop:
Remember The Good Times
I cannot see,I cannot pee.I cannot chew,I cannot screw.My memory shrinks,my hearing stinks.No sense of smell,I look like hell.The Golden Yearshave come at last.The Golden Yearscan kiss my ass.