Back at home, I finally got a chance to download images from the X100. I used my phone for most pictures (even though I always insisted I would never do that), but a few times I pulled out the little digital rangefinder.
Myrtle Beach 4
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Myrtle Beach 3.2
Myrtle Beach 3
Myrtle Beach 2.2
Myrtle Beach 2
When we woke up this morning, it was raining. It’s bad enough that it’s raining when you’re at the beach; it’s even worse when you’re at the beach saying in what the children have come to call a “crusty hotel.”I suppose that’s What you get when you try to save a little money. Because even if you save money one way you’re going to pay for another. Still there is a right side to staying in this crusty hotel: it makes us stay away from it.
So in the morning we head to an aquarium.
In the afternoon when it clears up, we go to the beach.
And in the evening, the SkyWheel.
Myrtle Beach 1
WiFi not working at the hotel; cell service not allowing image upload very willingly. At not for want of trying.
In the end, I guess the streak still technically continues.
Thursday
Fresh
The Girl’s first day on the job was yesterday, but she was just shadowing people. “I learned how to restock the ketchup! Thrilling!” she exclaimed with a hint of sarcasm.
Today, she worked on the cash register, which means she had multiple interactions with the public.
“Hi! Welcome to Culver’s! What can I get started fresh for you today?”
“Is that what you have to say? Those exact words?” I asked during our conversation after she returned.
“No, we just have to work ‘fresh’ into it somehow.”
“So you could say something like, ‘Hi! Welcome to Culver’s, home of freshity fresh-fresh freshness!’? Would that work?”
She rolled her eyes as a fourteen-year-old will do.
As for the picture, I had to sneak it.
At the Dentist
Probably the only thing about the dentist that the Boy enjoys is the fact that he can watch Cartoon Network the entire time.
The only thing I like about it? No cavities.
Hospital Stay
Dad's been in the hospital since Friday. He was talking such nonsense that it was unbelievable, unable to calm himself, hyperventilating and rocking his head back and forth. In the midst of all that, he had (or was having) a stroke. So he's been in the hospital four nights and four days. He'll likely be discharged tomorrow, and we're hoping he'll land in NHC, where Mom was. Of course, she hated it there, but I don't think he'll be that bad off. He's much more social, and he's not suffering from shingles, so he'll be able to go out into the common area (or be wheeled out there) and talk to people.
At any rate, we need the time to prepare. It's a little like Nana: we don't really know what we're getting ourselves into because we don't know what kind of mobility Dad is going to have. I've been fearing the worst, but I think perhaps my fears were a bit exaggerated? At any rate, we're going to try to get a hospital bed in place and get some help lined up. We're more confident about the former than the latter. We're hoping to get Dad on hospice, but we don't know if he'll qualify.
Everything is up in the air.