Pie Festival

It was a trip to the Doctor last week. Bob got a very good report. He is physically fine. His weight, blood, and over all physical health is great.

He was assigned a new Doctor. The office has experienced a few set backs and have lost a few doctors. We were having trouble getting some of his medications filled. Everything was resolved and we are currently pleased with his new doctor. Let’s hope it remains this way.

On Sunday, we went to the park to fellowship with some friends. When people started greeting everyone they of course doted over him. They asked him how he was doing and Bob waved his hand side to side to indicate fair. They told him that he looked great and asked him if we were taking good care of him? He replied, “Yeah, for the most part.”

I cracked up laughing. Rob looked at his father and asked, “Did you just say ‘for the most part’?” How funny. Out of the mouths of babes, I believe is the old saying. You just never know what will be said next.

Rob had a gig with weekend in North Florida with Johnny Bulford. He was off to a fantastic county music festival for four days. Sarah and I stayed home with Bob. I took Bob and Sarah to the great American Pie Festival that is held here in Celebration, Florida. I was looking forward to it.

Bob started out with the typical “woe is me” attitude. We stopped for lunch at Denny’s and he wasn’t any better. I fussed like I normally do telling him to embrace life, blah, blah, blah.
We get to the festival and Bob refuses to try any pie and doesn’t want to even look at the pies. The main event is a long road full of booths on both sides of the road. For one price you may go down the road and get free samples of pies. It can’t get much better than that. The thing is you can’t get into the event unless you have a wrist band on.

Bob refused to eat anything. He informed me he didn’t like pie. I told him they had chocolate pie and he still told me no. I told him they had peanut butter pie and he still said no. Well there was no way I was going to pay for him to just be pushed down the isle and so we left and walked around the park there in town.

When we walked back to the car I turned and looked one last time towards the tents holding all the different kinds of pies. I smelled the air and looked towards heaven, “Lord?” I asked, “I know you’re telling me I don’t need the pie, but did I have to drive all the way here for you to tell me that?” Sigh, well at least we had a nice walk around the park.

Give the grumpy one a call this week, and for heavens sake don’t ask him about the pie festival……