I don’t need help getting in trouble with Willie. So I was a bit surprised when Indy helped me draw Willie’s ire. It was a bit like helping Jeff Bezos make money. Nice, but not necessary. Indy had a doctor’s appointment at the Veterans Affairs Clinic in Horsham. When we were done, I…
Last Wednesday was Wendi-Willie Day. The next day was Wendi-Indy Day. You have to make sure the kids get equal time with you, you know? I’ll tell the story of the Wendi-Willie Day another time. It’s not over, and I kind of need it to be over. For so many reasons….
Indy has spent the last few months living up to his cinematic namesake. As in, he sure knows how to show a girl a good time. The stress of Thanksgiving tanked Indy’s cognition. His speech was just a string of words, laced together in a nonsensical mess, the way a child strings together…
So let’s recap. Willie wanted to open a joint bank account with me, and Indy bought unusable land in Texas back in the 1960s. On my second attempt to help Willie open a bank account at the Temple of Doom, I discovered Willie had misplaced her driver’s license. We had to…
The thing with Willie is that she’s the Hotel California. Once you check in with Willie, you can check out any time you’d like. But you can never leave. And she doesn’t even have the courtesy to involve Don Henley. Let me give you an example. The Temple of Doom has…
I suppose, for normal people, attending doctors’ appointments with their elderly parents is boring on a level akin to kids’ sports. Lucky for me, Indy and Willie are not normal people. It takes a lot of effort to keep Indy and Willie in tip-top shape. They’re like the Apollo 13 mission –…
OK, so you guys probably know I think Willie and Indy are up to some Eyes Wide Shut-style shenanigans over at the Temple of Doom. Willie and Indy are friends with a fellow resident at the Temple of Doom. We’ll call him Steven Spielberg. Why Steven Spielberg? Well, let’s just say Steven Spielberg was…
Oh guys. I haven’t forgotten you. It’s been a bananas summer. Let’s talk about Willie. Willie forgets stuff. I mean, all the time. She couldn’t figure out how to renew her driver’s license. She forgot that Indy, on occasion, freezes. She forgot that Indy’s freezing bought him a stroke workup. She…
Indy had one final telehealth speech appointment. One final opportunity for Indy and Willie to toy with my sanity. I strolled into the Temple of Doom, my computer and Indy Notebook tucked under my arm. I take notes during all of Indy’s appointments – speech, neurology, audiology, whatever. I carefully date the notes, and…
“Oh, I love it when you come home from your parents’ with pills,” Don said, eyeing the prescription bottles on the dining room table. “It means there’s a story.” There’s a story. Indy’s Parkinson’s diagnosis added several new medications to his day. That’s hard for Indy. Before the Parkinson’s, Indy took three prescription…