Ah, Karl...
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I'm so sorry, Karl.
Karl, I'm so sorry.
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{{Karl}}
Thanks, folks. I went for a walk on the beach yesterday and took some pictures, just to get out of the house.
It helped some.
One foot in front of the other. Thank you again for the love and good thoughts.
In kids grow up news, my son bought a new car today by himself. His GF bought one yesterday so he caught the bug. First he had a hand-me-down car from us, then I co-signed on one for him, now it is all his, loan and all. GF did all the deal making on both cars since she has worked for a car dealership for a number of years and rocks the deals. He was perfectly happy to sit back and watch her do her thing. He is still on my insurance because under 25 rates still suck, but it is all in his name.
My dad just drove my mom to the hospital. I don't think it's anything major -- seemed like maybe an allergic reaction to something -- but I'm hoping she's OK.
~~ma to your Mom Hil
sending out the ma~~~