Dad and I drove up the mountain to see his family doctor, Dr. Alice McCormick. It's the kind of country office where they say, bring your new puppy in! (he'd come along for the ride)...so I brought Chewy into the small waiting room for a quick visit. He barked a couple of times just to let them know he was there. I encouraged Dr. Alice, Jean, and Joyce to just ignore him. Chewy stopped his barking, sniffed the rug and licked Dr. Alice's black clogs. But that was after, when we were getting ready to leave.
Earlier, Dr. Alice said, "Well, you are doing really well. You look great, Ellsworth! But you're still on the thin side. What are you eating these days?"
"Eggs and toast, soups, organic turkey, apples, peanut butter, bananas, kale!" Dad said, "And when my son-in-law cooks, oh my! That's good."
"You're coming up on a birthday this summer," she said, looking at his chart. (His 85th.)
"Coming up on it," Dad said, smiling.
"That means you can pretty much eat what you want," Dr. Alice said.
