Zwerglipatch March 7, 2011 10:38 a.m.
Dad Meyer had a restless night keeping us all awake. We finally got some sleep. We were awoken at five-fifteen this morning by a knock at the front door. Mom Meyer opened the locked door and saw a Policeman. In the Policeman’s car was Dad Meyer. Dad, thinking he had to be at the post office at six-fifteen, had driven out of the yard. Confused, he stopped at a Seven-Eleven near our house. The polite Policeman brought a relieved Dad back home. Needless to say, we were all surprised and shocked by this action on the part of Dad. What will be next??? René and I walked over to fetch his, luckily, unblemished car. I will not go on with this saga as it has no reason. Mom Meyer fretted about what could have happened. I had to constantly reassure her that nothing did happen. Nothing. We will have to be more diligent to Dad’s actions. Our sleep will have to be “lighter”.
At this moment, Dad is sleeping and Mom is looking up insomnia in her health book. Yes, insomnia. That is what we have put up with these days; these Elders are aging — us all — more quickly than we would like.
