Heyla, all. I’m back and stinking up the joint again. 
It’s wonderful to be back in the land of mid-60s Ferrets for daytime highs and overnight lows of low to mid 40s. I suffer in Arizona!
Happy Canadian Thanksgiving – I know you have more to be thankful for than we do this year. I’ll feast tonight on chicken and fixin’s in solidarity.
I won’t try to catch up with all I’ve missed since last week, but will gradually reweave the MMP threads back through my fingers and respond as I can.
The visit was… enlightening, difficult, gratifying in some ways and troubling in others. I’ve got a lot to think over about how best to help my parents through their final years.
My Dad is doing great – nearly 95, climbing up and down stairs many times each day, cutting and selling lots of stones, preparing meals and has his wits around him. He carefully avoided political discussions and I appreciated that.
My stepmom loves me more than anything, and I love her, but there are troubled waters ahead. She is forgetful, twice during my visit walking away for extended periods while leaving something on the stove. She is gullible to woo. Her aphasia is getting noticeably worse. She picked a totally unnecessary fight about politics with me out of the blue, and that didn’t go well. We smoothed things over, but the whole thing was a bafflement, as I studiously avoid discussing anything political when I’m there. I am frankly more worried for her than my Dad at this point.
Anyway, I’m back and gradually getting caught up with all the stuff that got postponed due to the trip. Should regain my equilibrium this week. There are still prescriptions to pick up, my guitar to reclaim and friends to touch base with – including you all!
Ollie fared decently well at the kennel, though he developed a marking habit that necessitated him being moving to a space adjacent to a hose to clean up after his efforts. I am pretty sure it is because he prefers his crate, which they don’t let him have (for understandable reasons), and he feels insecure when left in a more open space. He decided it was necessary to define his boundaries. He was overjoyed to be back in his own space – as was I to have him! We’re back to whatever passes as normal for us. I’ve spoiled and treated him to excess. He’s fine with that. 
More soon. Hugs all around for thems that want 'em!
Oh, and Lily, thanks for posting your pics here! I don’t do the Book of Faces, so I can never see any photos that are linked from here to there. Your pics are marvelous and likely as close as I’ll ever get to the Camino. I really appreciate seeing snapshots of your travels!