The other day I walked into the dining room to find my dad writing on the wall with a pencil. I stopped and with a perplexed look on my face asked, "What are you doing?"
"Writing down the amount of water that was in the rain gauge," he calmly replied.
"You know, we do have this stuff called paper," I chided him thinking once again that my father is losing it.
"Yeah, but I might lose the piece of paper. I am not going to lose this wall."
I stood there, mouth agape, and realized that his logic was indeed sound.
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Though your "reflections" are more logical, your father's logic is more sound... it's all "Irish" to me anyway!
Good to hear that you are enjoying your holiday,
Jo
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