wow, it sucks to get old.. especially when your not very healthy. as we become the “adults” for our aging parents, we learn a lot.. some good some bad. we all have horror storied to tell, some more than others. so i wont get into that part of it.
i had to go help out , again, my Mom, who is 80 had yet another back surgery. this time a bit more invasive.. a rod and screws.. and 26 stitches. living all most 2 hours away can some times be challenging.. with rescheduling and well life in general.. but we do what we can.. im thankful for the Help of my baby Sister and Her Husband, who live in Bflo,Ny.
so i thought id share, with you what i saw from the 17th floor of Buffalo General Hospital, and what i did for 2 days.
as i continued my water journey into History, looking at the old grain mills, , it made me remember when i was little , and every man went to work, and every man …just about… stopped at the corner tavern on the way home..usually on Pay Day!!! i swore when i grew up, i would leave that area, and never ever marry any one who worked at a grain mill, or a steel mill.
i did leave the area, first chance i got, and i did not marry anyone from the area.i still get home sick, and its been 38 years since leaving Buffalo,altogether.