Thursday, July 23, 2026

"We don't know what

  to do with our parents." The middle-aged siblings had gotten call backs on jobs they were interested in doing.  "In town for health care?" One stuffed a slice of devil'd egg into his mouth and shook his head vigorously (i)nooooo(i).  The other revealed try outs for pre-young-adults. 
  Someone graciously offered to hang with the parents at a day camp for austistic spectrum people. 
  "Bring the eggs!" 
  "They have their own food." 
  "For us."  The parents searched pockets for reading glasses, ponchos, and hydration tablets. 



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