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  • It's been a while since I've updated everyone on my personal status. I got the job as a gate guard and have been putting in a lot of hours. At first they were giving me seven and eight hour shifts, but I talked to the boss and have been working four and five hour shifts instead. It's not hard work, but at my age I get tired being on my feet. Chapter seven of my Rebirth tale was written during a boring shift with a pen and some scrap paper.

    Trying to be delicate, I don't know any other way to say this but, when my bladder gets full, I don't have a lot of time to waste getting to the toilet. Unfortunately the gate shack is a long distance from the nearest relief station. I'm pretty sure my eyes were yellow as I finally found the sought after relief. My fellow workers, out in the yard are good about releaving me on the first shout out of the radio.

    Other than that difficulty, the job is quite pleasant. I get to talk and usually laugh with the customers picking up their large purchases. The strangest one was a statue of G.I. Joe. It was about five foot tall and wrapped like a mummy for transport. The customer was going to use it in his "Man Cave". Yeah, I thought it was a bit bizzare also. I asked him how he knew it was a G.I. Joe under all the wrapping and he looked puzzled. "What if it's a Barbie by mistake?" He hurried home to unwrap it.

    Let's see, the grandkids are doing fine. We talk to Nicole a few times a week, so I don't feel so lonely. Nathan is a little harder to pin down to the phone, so I only hear his voice on rare occasions.

    I'm still delivering flowers in my spare time. That's my fun job. I will try to keep doing that one.

    I just talked to Dad. He's got heart congestion but is in a good place mentally. He say's even though he is having trouble breathing, the funny thing is his Oxygen saturation level is high. I told him maybe he's a fish! We laughed and he thanked Karen for sending him the pistaccio bread. How the hell to you spell pistaccio? It sounds Italian hence the two C's. Could be right?

    Nothing more to update, so I'll sign off

    Ciao Papa
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