Fingers Crossed

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Here it is, 2 days before Thanksgiving,

and my Dad has gone back into the hospital.

We are not sure if it is pneumonia or something else.

I am abandoning my Thanksgiving preparations today in order to be there with him.

As my Mom used to say, "If it doesn't bleed, don't worry about it."

I was so sure Pop would be able to be with us on Thursday.

He is 90, and each celebration with him is a blessing.

I am going to keep hoping that he can be.

My Dad, below, enjoying our family grape harvesting

back in September, behind That Old House.

 And eating grapes!

So I'll un-cross my fingers long enough to type, and make a few phone calls,

and drive -- but prayers and good wishes are much appreciated for his recovery.

-- Cass