Yesterday there were lots of plans. I had a doctor's appointment, then I would meet Kayleigh in the town where our co-op meets. She grew up there and was going to take their suburban to get some exhaust work done. I was going to pick her and the kids up, get some lunch, go to co-op.
After co-op we were going to come back to our house and have a campfire and cook hot dogs over the fire. My parents were going to come over, and all my kids and grands would be there, except Sarah who is finishing up her first year at Bible School.
Also, Nate was working with Tim yesterday, and in preparation for Tim being away this weekend, he planned to mow two of the places he and Kyle mow every week.
Most of this did happen, except there was an early morning call from my mom saying that "I think Dad had a little stroke." He was up before her (unusual) and when she asked him what was going on his speech was garbled, and he knew it. (He later told the doctor that he'd gotten up at 1:30 not feeling right)
I picked them up and drove them to the ER and with Covid rules, I couldn't stay with them. He was back to normal in his speech and he'd never had any mobility issues. So, knowing that they'd be there a good part of the day, and that they'd likely keep my dad overnight, we kept the schedule planned for the day.