Wednesday night I went to the restaurant to meet our old motorcycle club buddies. There were 22 people that came. Wow. I had not seen some of them in 10 years. It was a great visit and I had a wonderful time. Some of the folks that we rode with have passed away and some are too elderly to get out but one couple that was there is in their 80's and they look wonderful.
I had called Cowboy on Wednesday. "Hi Sweetheart, how are you?" Cowboy responded, "it didn't rain here today". "Well, it sure is raining here" I said. "Did our house blow away?' he asks me. I explained to him that the storm was in Oklahoma, not at our home in Texas. He doesn't respond, like he is pondering that. Then I told him I was in Tulsa. "What on earth are you doing in Tulsa?!". Cowboy had obviously forgotten what I had told him about 5 times. The good news is he doesn't seem to have missed me, doesn't seem in the least concerned about any of it and that made me feel better.
I came home Thursday. It rained on me for 5 hours but then the sun came out. I stopped to see Cowboy on the way home but didn't stay long. Was tired from all the driving. I am going back today. I bought him some jeans and shirts at Drysdale's in Tulsa, his favorite store. His things do seem to disappear at the home.
Friday was devoted to getting some groceries, doing two weeks of laundry, putting up things from the coffee we had a week ago, going through mail, etc.
Back to see Cowboy today and then home to continue getting organized. I think my grandson will be bringing the car down tomorrow. Hope so.
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