Just a short note

Sorry about the title just a little Halloween humor

Dad has one more surgery but that’s not for another month. The doctors say that dad is doing so well we might be able to take him home in about 3 weeks if he keeps healing this way. Mom thinks it will be better if he goes to a hospice until he can do some things for himself.

It turned out that the kid who hit my dad had taken his parents car and so mom is going after their ins. co. and so far they are not willing to work with mom. I told her about a lawyer that I know and she called him yesterday and today there were 6 calls from the Ins. co. wanting to settle with mom. Mom called her lawyer and he said let me handle the ins. co.

The Ins. co. offered $100,000 but mom’s lawyer says don’t sign anything until he has a chance to look at it. The lawyer said that Ins. co. try and get away with everything. Mom was told that the Ins. Co. will have a hard time getting out of this one, plus they have to pay all medical for the next 5 years for anything that related to the accident. Which is covered by the VA right now.

But dad is getting better. I am going to leave my lap top with him he says he has stories to write which means when he sees me I become his secretary while he talks.

That’s all for now

Jonell

PS This is something that I had sent me and thought I would pass it on;  

I Love Mustard. (This is a true story. If you have children you will probably relate to this father.)
 
As ham sandwiches go, it was perfection: a thick slab of ham on a fresh bun with crisp lettuce and plenty of expensive, light brown, Gourmet Mustard.
 
The corners of my jaw aching in anticipation, I carried it to the table in our backyard, picked it up with both hands, but was stopped by my wife suddenly at my side.
 
’Here, hold Johnny (our six-week-old son) while I get my sandwich,’ she said.
 
I had him balanced between my left elbow and shoulder and was reaching again for the ham sandwich when I noticed a streak of mustard on my fingers.
 

I love mustard.
 


I had no napkin.
 


I licked it off.
 


It was not mustard.
 


No man ever put a baby down faster.
 
It was the first and only time I have sprinted with my tongue protruding out.
 


With a washcloth in each hand, I did the sort of routine shoeshine boys do, only I did it on my tongue.
 
Later, after she stopped crying from laughing so hard, my wife Said, ’Now you know why they call that fancy mustard ’Poupon.’’
 
When you stop laughing, pass it on.



 

Evyonne

 

Daily prayer:  Please God, put your arms around my shoulders and your hand over my mouth!