Dad popped in Thursday afternoon on his way to Margo. He came over again on Sunday, and once more yesterday before going to visit other relatives and friends.
As he was about to go out the door I remembered to take a picture and thought a selfie would be the thing. My arms aren’t long enough, apparently, as there was a glare off our faces with the camera too close. I handed it to Dad and his attempt turned out pretty well.
“You’re not young anymore,” he reminded me, as I teased him about being an old fart. Here he’s concentrating on pressing the shutter button. These newfangled picture machines, eh!