By poor eyesight I mean that if I forgot where I put my glasses, I had to find them before I could look for them. My dog hid them, once.
It was almost a week before my mother convinced him it would be a good idea to go get them so I could go back to school. He went and got them a while later and dropped them at her feet.
True story.
We met some of those women pilots at an aviation museum in Oklahoma. They were in their late 70s or 80s then. One lady talked about meeting some Russian women, after the war, who had been real combat pilots.
My meeting at church has been postponed, so I don’t have to go out again. We were supposed to have the back of the house powerwashed this afternoon, but that’s been rescheduled until Monday.
Today would be my father’s 79th birthday.