TRQ, the Coach and I are in Wyoming, visiting TRQ's relation Ava, who's 97 now and living in a nursing home--which is hard for her. She's always valued her independence.
Anyway. I've always loved Ava's joie de vivre. She's the one who went to Wendover for her 90th birthday (everybody gave her quarters), and she's also the one who always had a paperback romance with a bare-chested cowboy on the cover by her bedside.
Which brings me to this. Ava has a little crush on my dad. Her eyes light up whenever she sees him and she's always trying to wrangle a proper kiss from him--which he has managed (gracefully) to sidestep in our previous visits.
But this time she kissed him right on the lips. And he let her.
Well done, Dad. Well done.
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He was softened up after another miraculous win. We are all kinder to the universe when the universe wises up and is kinder to us. Just sayin'
Glad the Enquirer wasn't there.
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