Pure Love

I'm feeling much better today and my foul disposition is sweetening. Jimmy and I were talking about it last night, and decided that in a lot of ways, our situation was easier when we were in Medical Land in Atlanta: we had a goal and a mission and were focused on that. You EXPECT to feel poorly in Medical Land. Now, we are so happy to be home in the Real World, and these medical annoyances don't have any place here.

Although I have been ailing a bit, Jimmy has had a fine time seeing the grandchildren often: they've been fishing at Ocean Pond, to the Halloween Carnival, to a football game at Valwood, and have had lots of lunches together.

Today when they met for lunch, four-year-old Jake handed Jimmy his favorite truck and said,"Here, Papa. I brought this truck for you."

"Oh, no," said Jimmy. "That's your Spiderman truck - I can't take your Spiderman truck."

"But I want YOU to have it, Papa."

"Ok. I'll take it home with me and play with it for a few days, then you can come get it and you can keep it for a while. We'll share."

That solution pleased Jake, and when Jimmy came home this afternoon carrying his new Spiderman truck, he was smiling like somebody had just given him a million dollars.